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--Ann

"Hey," a voice came in from the door, causing Tom to look up, "how's Bill?"

"Good at the moment, definitely much better since he woke from the coma." Georg nodded with Gustav right next to him.

"He's just asleep now. The nurse gave him some morphine so he will rest up some," his voice was somewhat quiet, while Bill slept before now, he took some time to sleep with Bill in the cot. He looked down at Bill, who's mouth was slightly open, eyes closed. His chest rose and fell. He sure looked better.

Tom motioned toward the empty chairs, "Stay for a while, guys. Or do you have plans?"

Gustav shook his head, "Nah, we got what needed done already finished. We can stay for a while." Both men walked in and sat down into the leathered chairs.

"So how've you been, Tom," Georg asked. Not just out of courtesy, he really cared. Tom had alwys appreciated him for being the way he was.

"Well Bill is getting better so I am, too," he trailed off in his words, glancing again at the sleeping twin. A smile played onto his lips. Georg and Gustav looked in a facial expression that couldn't be read. Most likely a look crossed with happiness, confusion, and worry.

"What," Tom questions their behavior. They looked at each other before just replying with, "Nothing." Tom knew better but he wasn't in the mood to press the issue.

"Have you eaten lately? You still look pretty weak," Georg told Tom.

"Not in a while, but I'm okay."

"You should eat something," Georg said. He really wanted to help Tom out, "You will feel better when you do I'm sure."

"I can't leave Bill," Tom replied in a monotone. But he was hungry, he couldn't deny it. Its been quite some time since he actually ate a nice meal. He couldn't leave Bill, though. He needed to be there with him.

"We will come right back," Georg tried to convince him as his voice was of reassurance, "Bill wouldn't mind.

"But—"

"Tom. Just come and eat with us for God sakes."

Tom huffed and looked at Bill, "Ugh. Oh, alright. But we need to come straight back," his eyes went to Gerog at the last part. He nodded.

"I'll be back soon," Tom whispered up to Bill and smiled a little. The three then headed out.

When they finished their meals at McDonald's (Tom just had to have his Big Mac) it was back to the hospital. Gustav and Georg even decided to stay. Tom walked in first and looked at Bill. Bill looked back at him, eyes a little slit but mostly open. His face was red; Tom could tell that he had been crying. Bill's face grew a faint smile even so. He was happy to see Tom again.

"Hi," Bill spoke softly. Tom walked in over to him, Georg and Gustav still at the door talking about something. Clearly, they hadn't noticed Tom moved. Bill put his arms up to plead for a hug. And of course, Tom gave in.

"Hey," he returned the greeting as he leaned down to give his brother a hug like he wanted. They embraced, Tom had forgot the others were still there. Practically on instinct their lips met, Bill sighing and moaning with contentment into Tom's mouth.

"Woah…," a voice said from the door.

Oh shit. Not good…..Oh well, there's no turning back now.

Tom pulled away from Bill's face and looked up, their arms still wrapped around each other. Bill looked up at the two men, who had a look of disbelief and shock implanted onto their faces. He froze; there was no way of disguising this one as something else. And he didn't want to. The only thing he knew to do was:

"Hey Geo! Hey Gustav," he flashed a smile as if nothing was wrong, and to him there wasn't. Tom still just looked at them. He sat down on the chair he had grown accustomed to for so long and released Bill from his embrace.

"What on earth," Georg began again. He and Gustav still stood by the door, with horrified looks. They crept in almost tip toeing, as if Bill and Tom had some disease.

"Ye—ah. We uhm….we kind of have something to tell you. Something we were going to the night of the accident," Tom told them, looking over at Bill, who was smiling.

"Our euhm…our bond goes a bit further than what it should," Bill said to help Tom out. He looked at the others as his heart raced, blushing.

"Its wrong to society and it shouldn't be what it is but—"

"But its become what it has."

"I love Bill."

"And I love Tom."

"I've fallen in love with my twin—"

"—and we're too far into it to stop now."

Georg and Gustav just blinked. Georg's mouth hanged open some.

"What," Georg's eyes stared at them big, "So-o you both are saying that you….you are a couple?"

Bill looked a tad embarassed because of Georg's reaction. He looked at Tom and put his hand on Tom's where it lay on the hospital bed, " Yes." He smiled, his face pink. Tom rolled over his hand so they could lock them together and grinned back. Georg then interuppted their moment with a mouth filled with fresh, harsh words.

"Ew. You sick fucks," he was outraged and disgusted. He pointed at them, scowling, "While you brothers are together, people are going to find out and do you have ANY idea how many fans we are going to lose?! Because of you," he was nearly shouting. Bill started to well up with tears. Tom squeezed his hand and looked at Georg in the eye, a ball of anger and saddness developing in his own.

"Georg, cut it out ,please," he pleaded. He didn't want Bill getting worked up, not now. Not while he is in the hospital still recovering, "No more right now. Not the yelling…..Bill shouldn't have to deal with it at the moment." Tom looked down. Angst filled him up as he was slowly bottling up with emotion.

"Why?! Why shouldn't HE have to deal with this right now when what you and him are doing is going to make us suffer soon as well?! Huh?! You tell me that one, Tom," Georg looked like he could strike any minute. Bill cried harder, burying his face in his hands and sobbing. Tom smoothed his hand and released it for a minute, starting to get up.

"Georg, I--"

"NO! Don't even come near me, you faggot," Tom looked really hurt by the insult, "go tend to your twin! Ew….I think I am gonna be sick." Tom's eyes started to get watery. This outcry from Georg was so….abnormal. Even more for him to be so unaccepting. Gustav just stood there, his feelings couldn't really be read.

"You both as so……selfish! This is probably the end of Tokio Hotel as we know it, end of everything we worked so fucking hard for as a band! Did you ever think about that," Georg yelled. Bill just shook his head in his hands, tears dampening his gown and sobs escaping his throat. Tom spared him a glance, and his heart ached at the sight. Tears flowed from an eye as he thought about it. They were going to lose everything that they knew, their music was their lives. Gustav had a look of saddness, more likely for the thought of the band falling apart.

"Oh come on, Geo," Gustav finally spoke up, "what they are doing is sick but we might as well just stick it out. Everyone knows that they are the favorites so we couldn't hold up the final days of Tokio Hotel on our own. And they are still our friends…."

"BUT THEY ARE BROTHERS," Georg roared at Gustav. Bill cried harder and Tom turned to hide his tears, "Do you really want to be known for supporting incest?"

"Well no but---"

"Alright then," Georg stormed to the door, not looking back. Gustav went after him, before going throwing an apologetic look at the twin boys. His heart grew heavy when he saw Bill's hospital room number. It read 483.