I felt something heavy on the back of my head. I must've fallen asleep with my head resting on Brian's bed because that's where it was. I raised my head and the hand that had been resting there slid down to my bare shoulder. I should've thought about the colder weather in England before I ran off to the airport wearing a mini skirt and a wife beater. I would need to get someone to buy me a sweater or something. I tried to blink away the sleep in my eyes before I finally raised my hand to rub them so I could open them properly against the bright fluorescent lights. The fingers resting on my shoulder gave it a gentle squeeze. My head snapped around to see Brian's eyes were open and gazing at me.

"You've always been beautiful when you first wake up," he smiled a small smile.

"You're awake," I breathed.

"You're here," he replied.

"Of course I am. I love you."

"And I love you," he smiled before a fit of coughing overtook him.

I watched worriedly, not knowing if I could do anything at all to help him. He stopped coughing eventually and smiled at me. "Sorry about that. Terribly inconvenient, all the stuff that keeps happening when we're trying to talk."

I smiled softly and leaned over to press my lips gently to his. "I'm sorry," he whispered when I pulled away from him.

"Don't. I want to avoid it as much as possible. Never ever bring it up again and I won't feel the need to beat you even worse than you already are."

"Thank you," he whispered.

"I love you," I shrugged. "I'd never be able to hold a grudge against you anyway."

"Come here." "Why?"

He rolled his eyes. "I want to kiss you but I can't move."

I laughed and leaned forward to let him kiss my lips. "I love you," he whispered against my lips.

"I know you do, sweetie. Now stop talking and just rest. You need to heal enough for me to take you home."

"Will you be there? In the house with me?" his voice was pained and he sounded close to tears.

"Of course I will. You can hardly look after yourself with so many broken bones. I'll be here when you wake up," I promised him before pushing the button for a nurse.

"I don't want to go to sleep again," he whined. "I want to stay here with you."

"You're in pain, sweetie. Please just give me some peace of mind and got back to sleep and heal properly for me," I pleaded as the nurse walked in. She saw Brian was awake and walked back out again, returning a few minutes later with Dr Williams.

He smiled a crinkly eyed smile when he saw Brian clutching my hand, fully awake. "How are you feeling, Mr Haner?"

"Brian," Bri corrected him. "I'm fine, but Dess doesn't seem to want to believe that."

The doctor laughed and began looking over the machines he was still hooked up to. "Well, we can take you off the heart monitor now that you're awake and have been stabilized since we worked on you after the accident." He began unhooking wires from the machine, which then let out a loud flat beep. It stopped when he finally thought to turn it off before taking the pads away from Brian's chest. "Your IV stays and I'll have Karithia top up your pain meds in just a moment."

I stuck my tongue out at Brian. Only because the doctor had his back to me and he was getting more pain meds whether he wanted them or not. Bri rolled his eyes as the doctor left the room. "I really don't need the meds," he told me.

The nurse walked back in and pulled a syringe out of the plastic casing on the IV shelf. She injected the entire syringe into the tubing stuck into Brian's arm. The nurse left us alone without a word. I held Brian's hand as his eyelids began to droop, once again covering the intense brown of his eyes. "Dessy… promise me…" his breathing evened out as he lost consciousness.

I placed a soft kiss on his forehead and left him sleeping.

I walked through the corridor and then the waiting room till I was standing outside in the bitingly cold air. Even though the sun was shining brightly. I pulled my cell from the pocket of my denim mini skirt and turned it back on. I had to read the screen twice. 47 new messages. 60 missed calls. What the fuck?

I deleted the calls notice and opened up my message in box.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Etc, etc. There was a random few from Val, Zack or Matt. Apart from that, they were all from Jimmy. I chose not to read them and instead deleted all of them from my phone. I dialled Jimmy's number and held the phone to my ear. He answered before the first ring had completed.

"Why haven't you answered my calls or messages?! We have been worried sick, Desdemona Lillian Haner."

"I fell asleep, Jimmy, and my cell was turned off. In a hospital, husband's hooked up to a heart monitor and all that."

"Has there been no change?" he asked quietly.

"There was one major change during the night but he's okay now. He's stable and they unhooked him from the heart monitor earlier."

"Has he woken up at all?"

"Yeah, he did," I smiled. "He was in pain so they gave him pain meds and knocked him back out. He'll be up again in a few hours if you guys wanna come see him."

"We'll be there. Did you… did you speak to him while he was awake?"

"Of course I did."

"You didn't yell at him, did you? I know what you're like and yelling at him while he's like this really isn't going to help his condition."

"I didn't yell at him," a flash from my right caught my attention. Fucking press. "You might wanna come under the cover of darkness," I told Jimmy, interrupting whatever it was he was telling me at the time.

"You're freaking kidding me, right?!" he all but yelled.

"Nope. They're taking pictures and thinking up title lines as we speak. I'm willing to bet they'll be along the lines of 'Rock star's wife is frantic after car crash'. I can actually see the beginnings of their crappy little paragraph long stories."

"You're rambling. And you can only see that because you're an author."

"Can you send someone down here soon?" I asked quietly, realizing I needed someone with me.

"I'll be down soon with Lea and Val. Do you want anything?"

"Food. I'm fucking starving. And can you have one of the girls bring me a sweater or something? Lea and I kinda left Cali in a rush."

"I noticed. Both of you are wearing some extremely small clothes for this part of the world."

"I can handle the cold," I snapped. "I just don't like the fact that I'm so on show in a freaking hospital."

"Okay, okay, calm down hurricane Dess. Lea and Val were out this morning buying clothes for everyone. We all kinda need clothes after… um, well… after what happened. So the girls went this morning. What kind of food do you want?"

"Anything so long as you didn't make it. I need to go. I don't like leaving him while he's asleep in a different country. See you soon?"

"Course you will, Dessy."

I ended the call and walked back into the hospital. Dr Williams stopped me before I got back to Brian's room.

"Mrs Haner —"

"Call me Dess. Mrs Haner's always been Bri's mom."

"Dess." He smiled. "Your husband will be here for a few more days at least so we can keep an eye on him. Make sure his vitals are all as okay as they seem to be."

"When will I be able to take him home?"

"As soon as he's been cleared you can take the first flight back home. I'll transfer all his details to you and when he next needs a check up you can take them with you so your doctor knows exactly what happened here. I also recommend him taking a break from the touring business for at least twelve weeks. He needs to rest up properly."

"Thank you," I told the doctor, so full of gratitude that it was amazing I didn't explode from the foreign feeling blossoming through my body. I went to the cafeteria and purchased the wateriest coffee I have ever had in my life and walked back to Brian's room. Getting lost twice and hit on so many times I lost count and decided to just ignore everyone.

"Dess!" a wonderfully familiar voice called just as I reached the white wooden door of Bri's room.

I turned to see Val and Leana walking towards me, so many shopping bags in their hands it was comical. How they could shop at a time like this I would never know. I hadn't eaten in three days because I was so freaking worried and they were shopping.

Jimmy came strolling along behind them, holding only a brown paper bag. I opened the door to Brian's room and we all filed in. "Any news?" Leana asked in a quiet voice as she stared at Brian, his chest rising and falling steadily.

"You don't have to talk quietly. He sleeps like the dead even without morphine," I informed her. "He's gonna be fine. They want to keep him in for a few days under observation then we can go home."

"Are you gonna go home with him or are you gonna continue staying in the apartment?" Val asked quietly, unable to speak at normal volume whenever someone was asleep in the same room as her. It was something she's carried since she was little. Always so considerate of everyone else.

"I'm going home with him, Val. I can't stay away from him for too long. It physically hurts me."

She nodded in understanding and rested her hand on top of Brian's. "Be good to her you stupid ass," she said fondly, even though he was deeply asleep. "Or I'll give you another ass kicking."

Jimmy started laughing at that. "He seriously needed that wake up call. I thought Syn was going to take over permanently for Brian until he got his ass handed to him by a girl." I hated it when they spoke like the two names were in fact two different people. No matter what his name was, he would always be the man I loved with all that I had. Though, I will admit, when he was with the band and being called Syn all the time, he did turn into the biggest egotistical asshole in the world. Thinking he knew it all. So conceited was the man I loved. But I loved him in spite of it. No matter what.

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Okay, so this has only a couple of chapters left. Maybe even just the one. Depends on how well the next chapter goes in my mind then written out in words. I thought it was about time to lay it to rest before I ruin their lives further.

Just a heads up =]

- Synical. xo.