Halfway to the airport is when Bro began to get impatient. It hadn't fucking taken this long to get to the airport when he dropped Dave off. Anticipation he supposed. He glanced down at his phone to make sure that Dave hadn't called him back yet. Shit, he hoped the lil man was okay.
He snapped out of his thoughts and stared back at the road. When his destination came into sight his heart fluttered slightly with relief. He pressed down on the accelerator, hoping to trim a few minutes off his time of getting there. Nothing was going to get in his way of seeing his little bro and wasting time would only hinder things.
The blonde hardly noticed the stop sign in his hurry, rushing out into a four way intersection. It wasn't until he heard a blaring horn on his right that he realized his mistake. Reflex took over and he jerked his wheel to the left.
It was a blur after that, but when he came too after what he could only assume was a few moments at most he'd crashed into a tree. His head was against the headrest and he could hardly move his body. "S-shit." He groaned as pain spiked from his chest and through the rest of his body. He slowly looked down, eyes widening.
The source of the pain came from a tree branch which had pierced through his chest, barely missing his heart. "Fuck. No…I can't die here….Dave needs me." He said, attempting to will his hand to move, but to no avail.
He squeezed his eyes shut, realizing his was probably going to die. In the darkness behind his eyelids he could vividly see Dave and himself on the roof. It was Dave's 7th birthday and he had figured Dave was finally old enough to own his first ever sword with proper supervision of course. He was so excited and it showed on his face in a way you could never forget.
His mind flashed again to teaching him how to skateboard. He was so scared at first, but it didn't take him long to pick up some sick moves from Bro. He'd been so proud of him that day.
There was one more image. The night in his bedroom where he found out his pride and joy wasn't happy. He was an upset, self-harming, depressed teen who needed his guidance. Something he'd neglected him in the past It was that night that he finally felt like a proper brother and parent. He recalled how happy he was to hear that he'd gotten him tickets to see John Egbert.
The memory fades into a blinding white light, making Bro laugh. He found it ironic that all the mumbo jumbo about white lights during death was true. "Dave…you should see it…you were always interested in this dead stuff…" A small cough emitted from the man and he winced. "Turns out its true, bud…the white light shit does happen." He chuckled, closing his eyes.
"Dave…I'm sorry I failed you…I…I tried…I just wanted to make you happy and to finally be a good bro…I'm sorry…I love…" He couldn't finish. He was too weak. Instead he trusted that Dave would be able to put two and two together, if he was here that was, and realized he meant he loved him.
The blonde exhaled once more before deciding to give up to holding on to whatever life he had left. He'd raised Dave just fine and he realized that he would be able to take care of himself and John. He believed in him.
Shot through the heart, and your too late...
Darlin' you give love...
A bad name.