Nourelle-tracy asked: April 4th and White with Gordon.
Punched. Sibling. Thought he deserved it.
Gordon stormed through the hospital, heedless of where he was going. He just needed to get out, get away from Scott before he did worse than just slam his eldest brother into the wall.
How could he? How could he leave Alan alone like that? He promised! He promised Alan would never be left alone. And he broke it. Scott never broke a promise, never, and yet. And yet…
He growled, screamed more like, and the unfortunate vending machine took the brunt as he punched it. Hard. Only for a large fist to gently encase his and a hand on his shoulder turned him.
Virgil had needed to break into a trot to keep with his brother, and he'd turned the corner in time to see the punch. Gordon was crying, but he didn't think that he even knew he was. Gently clasping the fist with one hand and turning him with the other, he enfolded him into a bear hug worthy of the name.
Gordon stiffened. He didn't want to be hugged, he had too much anger, but Virgil was hugging him too hard and try as hard as he might, he couldn't get his hands free to push him away. Virgil's hand moved to the back of Gordon's head and he melted into his embrace.
Suddenly Gordon relaxed into his arms, and his head buried itself into Virgil's shoulder, and his brother was sobbing. He held on tighter and lowered them to the ground. He sighed to himself.
Adrenalin crash was hitting them all hard. Coupled with the worry of what had happened to Alan, it had overwhelmed Gordon. Thankfully his walking had taken them to a quieter corridor. And he sat, hugging his brother as he cried.
Quiet footsteps heralded another brother. But it wasn't Scott. John slid to the floor beside them, and as his want, he waited quietly.
Eventually Gordon and Virgil pulled apart, and the three sat side by side, just breathing.
'Scott?'
'He's waiting for the doc to report, Virg, and he'll let us know.'
'I suppose we ought to get back.'
John stood and held a hand to help Gordon stand. Once all three were upright, John placed a hand on Gordon's arm.
'Gordon…'
'Don't, John. Scott promised. He promised and he broke that promise.'
'Gordon, please. It's not Scott's fault.'
'Don't give me that, John. He should have quit the meeting and have gone with Alan.'
'Scott offered. I said he didn't need to. I was there, it was a simple resc…'
Before he could say anything more John found himself on the floor, clutching his jaw. Gordon was shaking his fist out and glaring. Virgil found himself once again pulling Gordon back from attacking one of his brothers.
Virgil wrapped his arms around Gordon and held on tight as Gordon jabbed his finger at John.
'You deserved that,' he yelled.