The next depressing one.
It's short but only because the last one was so long! :D
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Insanity
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John waits for the results as he touches Randy's face and Randy's asleep now and he doesn't move at all under the hot touch, as John's finger traces around Randy's slightly parted mouth, he feels the tattered lips and feels the dryness that's between the flesh and his fingers go to his chest, where there were white strings that John watched in languish and pain and agony as Randy had torn them off, bleeding and torn, he didn't care and he doesn't now.
John's face's crumpled with disgust at himself for not doing anything about this, for not taking him to the hospital sooner and as the doctor comes back with the results, John's entire world crashes down when he says those few simple words. "The test was positive for cancer."
And John doesn't need anything else to break down, holding Randy's sleeping body, his besotted tears fall down and Randy's body absorbs it all like it's nothing and he's scared of Randy, what will he say when he wakes up? He can't stay like this when he hears those words. John promises to himself that he'll make Randy's days the best days of his life and he's not letting him go easily and he's not letting him get hurt easily.
And as Randy wakes up, John takes his hand, grips it tight and tells him "they'll let you go out" and he takes in Randy's shoulder, tight grip, kissing his forehead, watching as Randy moves in pain under his touch and John steps back, seeing Randy move in anguish and agony and torment.
John moves back to Randy, holding his hand, and gripping tightly on it, making Randy slowly open his eyes to face John's face and the two eyes meet, sweet pain fluttering through both their eyes and Randy doesn't need to say anything and John finds himself stiffen.
He can't bring himself to say those words. "You—no," he tells himself, gripping onto Randy's hand, feeling him squirm underneath his touch. "No," he repeats. "No, this isn't happening."
He sees as Randy bats his eyelashes and those eyes looking at him so helplessly, so very lost can I find you? Can you find me? He wants to hear Randy's voice and he wants to see life springing into his dead eyes and he wants his bleeding heart to be stitched but he just doesn't know how to.
Randy goes back to his sleep, slipping in and out of reality, probing the darkness at the back of his head, the casket he's supposed to lie in I hear him. I hear his voice but John's such a vague voice at the back of his head that nothing's clear anymore.
John grips tighter around Randy's hand and as the doctor walks in, his anger's pouring out and he can't really hide it. "You think this is funny, huh? Is he really that sick? He can't be!"
"He is," the blonde Auzzie responds.
"Is?! He can't be! He just can't be!" John's hand grips tighter around Randy's and soon, Randy's eyes flutter open and he lets out a moan of pain and John's face twist to Randy and his cramped, tattered hand and John finally lets go. "Oh, I'm sorry…don't worry, Randy. Everything will be alright."
Why do I break everything? John asks himself, staring down at Randy as he tries to go back to sleep, eyes still half open, eyes still filled with horror and reeled pain and all John can do is watch. Why?!
John bites his lip and sits down onto the chair, trying to push his insanity at the back of his head, trying not to just go in rage and insanity jus because Randy's—no, he just doesn't want to think of it. He can't. And he's suddenly sorrowful that this all started as a bet.
Why do I break everything…?
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Next one.
'Misfortune'.
Summary: John takes Randy rock climbing with him, Ted and Cody so it'll be easier to break the news of Randy's cancer (and as an attempt to cheer him up) but the problem is Ted's hitting on Randy and John gets angry. Another problem? They both don't know that Randy's engaged.