Upon awakening, he had a couple of realizations. Firstly, his head hurt like hell. Secondly, he was in an unfamiliar place that smelled too strongly of lemon cleaner. Thirdly, there were a bunch of wires attached to his face and to his wrist. Fourthly, there was a loud, annoying beeping every couple seconds or so, and he desperately wanted it to stop so he could get back to sleep.

There was a stiffness in his limbs and the dry taste in his mouth that told him that he had been sleeping for quite a while. He couldn't remember why. Had he just overslept? That was an uncommon occurrence, seeing as his alarm would wake him up every morning. He couldn't remember why he was here, or, frankly, where he was.

Suddenly, a woman came in. Her hair was held in a neat ponytail, and she was wearing all white. She gave him a soft smile. He furrowed his brows at her. He didn't want a soft smile, he wanted an explanation about why he was here.

"Mr. Stewart, I am going to ask you a couple of questions, okay?" she said. Boromir glared at her in response. She still hadn't told him where he was or why he was here. "What do you last remember?"

"Going to work," he said gruffly.

"What day did you go to work on?" She asked him in a patient tone that made Boromir somewhat annoyed.

"It was a Tuesday, probably the thirteenth of February. I remember there being a lot of Valentines stuff around," Boromir explained. He still wanted to know why he was here.

"Can you tell me when your birthday is?" she asked him. Boromir exhaled loudly, and he felt a sharp pang in his lungs. He hadn't the patience for these questions; of course he knew his own birthday, it wasn't like he had gotten brain damage! He then paused, and thought that perhaps brain damage could have happened.

"January 21st," Boromir said, "I was born in 1991."

The woman wrote something down, before she said, "Are you aware that you were in a car accident on the 13th of February?"

"No," Boromir said, looking around the room. That would explain why he was in a hospital. He didn't look back to the woman, and instead was looking outside the window. From what he could see, all of the snow was melted, and there was green grass showing.

He suddenly got confused. What day was it now? How long had he been in a coma? Why did his lungs hurt so badly? And for Eru's sake, why were there so many bags of candy next to his bed?

"You have been in a coma for ten weeks," the woman explained, "You were brought in with a severe concussion, several broken ribs, and a punctured lung. You have recovered from your injuries, though we request that you come back to the hospital to perform physiotherapy for your breathing, as you are going to have troubles with it from now on."

Boromir blinked at her, absorbing this new information. It all came back to him now. He had pushed Pippin and Merry out of the way of an oncoming car, and got hit himself. No wonder he was in the hospital; the car, from what he could remember, had been driving well over the speed limit.

"Do you have any questions, Mr. Stewart?" the doctor asked him. Boromir had multiple questions whirling around in his head, but his eyes fell on the dead flowers that were on the table beside his bed.

"Whose idea was it to give me flowers?" he demanded, staring at the dead flowers. It wasn't that he didn't like flowers, he just thought that nobody would have even considered getting him flowers. The doctor smiled at him.

"I do not know," the doctor admitted, before she continued, "We are going to do some exercises to see if your motor skills are damaged. Can you sit up for me?"

Boromir did so, despite the stabbing pain in his chest. The doctor then made the bed follow him, letting Boromir slump back down onto it so he was in a sitting position. The next couple of exercises were not as straining as the first. He lifted his arms above his head, lifted his feet, wriggled his fingers, and did the disco, just to amuse the doctor.

"It seems as though everything is in perfect working order," she said with a beaming smile. Boromir felt relieved; so he didn't have brain damage. The doctor stood up to leave, and then said, "We shall be getting you a healthy meal. One of your friends decided to buy you a lot of candy. You may have some. Only some. If you eat too much, it will not be a pleasant experience for you, Mr. Stewart."

"I understand," Boromir said, looking at the bags of candy that Pippin must have given him. There was no other person on the entire planet that would think that candy of all things would be a good present for somebody in a coma.

"Oh, and Mr. Stewart?" the doctor said, "Your younger brother is on his way. Do not feel obliged to stay awake for him. If you need your rest, sleep."

Boromir nodded. Though he felt drowsy he was definitely not going to sleep before he saw Faramir. He wondered if his father was going to come to visit him as well, but decided that he was probably too busy to visit.

To occupy his time, Boromir reached over and grabbed the nearest bag of candy. The action caused him to grit his teeth in pain, but he ignored it. If he let it show that he was in constant pain, the doctors wouldn't let him get out of the hospital when he wanted to.

Boromir was half-asleep (despite his best efforts not to sleep) when Pippin burst inside the room with a loud, "BOROMIR!"

Boromir jerked upwards, grunting in pain, as he stared at the curly-haired friend he had gotten hospitalized for. Pippin had a bright smile on his face, and two bags of candy in his hand. Boromir sighed, and then slumped back into his pillows.

"Pippin, if you're too loud, you're going to get kicked out of the hospital," Merry grumbled, looking less cheerful than Pippin, though a smile ghosted his lips. Both of the boys pulled out a chair as the person Boromir wanted to see the most came into his room.

"Faramir," Boromir said softly, looking at his younger brother with a large smile. Faramir seemed to be on the verge of tears as he closed the gap between them in a couple of steps, and then wrapped his arms lightly around Boromir.

"Never do that again or I'll… I'll," Faramir pressed his face into Boromir's neck and shuddered. Boromir slowly lifted his arms around his brother and gripped him as tightly as he could.

"You'll what? My brother, the English major, at loss for words? What has this come to?" Boromir smirked. Faramir withdrew, and softly hit Boromir on the shoulder. Boromir pretended to be hurt, before he said, "How was The Wargs of Isen?"

Faramir did not seem impressed with Boromir, but Boromir gave him a large smile.

"The main character died twice," Faramir said bluntly, "Eowyn and I counted that twenty people had died in total. Some people multiple times."

"Instant classic?" Boromir asked.

"Instant nightmares," Faramir retorted, as Pippin opened up the bag of candy. They all stared at him for a couple of seconds.

Pippin, who had stuffed his face, shrugged at them, "If he's not going to eat them, I am."

Boromir rolled his eyes, "I was right in thinking that it was you."

"Who else would have done it?" came Merry's response. Boromir figured that the prelaw student did have a point. Boromir was about to say something else when a large yawn interrupted his speech.

"We'll go," Merry said quickly, yanking Pippin out of the chair, "We shouldn't have come anyways. Sleep well, Boromir. We'll see you soon."

With that, the two boys disappeared, leaving a very sleepy Boromir and his younger brother. Faramir pulled his chair closer to Boromir and grasped Boromir's hand in his own. Boromir squeezed it back lightly.

"You don't know how long I've waited for you to do that," Faramir said, his voice slightly cracking.

"I'm sorry," Boromir simply said. He hated seeing Faramir upset, and it was his fault that his younger brother was in such a state. Boromir wanted to say more, but his eyelids felt as though they were made out of lead. He blinked a couple of times, long enough to see Faramir shake his head.

"Just sleep," Faramir told him.

"Is… it… okay if I… sneak… into your… bed?" Boromir asked sleepily, referring the last conversation that he had with Faramir. Faramir squeezed his hand tighter than he had been before.

"Of course you can," Faramir said, "Of course you can…"

Thanks to everybody who reviewed/favourited/subscribed! My inbox is currently a mess because I haven't been regulating it, so I can't find all of the emails of you lovely people! I am very sorry. I did read all of your reviews, I always do, but I just can't find them all.

Thank you very much for reading, and please review.

Also, terribly sorry for skipping out last week. It was my birthday, and I got a new video game, and I threw everything out of the window to play it. I really have no excuse, I just got lazy. IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN (or at least any time soon)