Anthony Having Long Nails And Steven Having Scratches On His Back, Anyone?
Steven awoke to a soft noise, like a window closing. His green eyes fluttered open, expecting to see Anthony, but caught on nothing. The green shimmer of his eyes dimmed slightly and he figured it had just been his imagination. Moving to sit up, he froze, a jolt of pain shocking through his body. He opened his mouth to scream, but couldn't manage the words out. The sheets were sticky with blood- his blood, and he tried to calm himself down to no avail. He finally managed out a choked sob, fingers gripping the sheets tightly to block out the pain. His ears were ringing. Steven finally gathered enough energy to scream one thing.
"ANTHONY-!" He knew, even as he said it, how much blood he was loosing. It wouldn't clot. He felt his life flashing before his eyes.
Is this how it feels to die-, he started to think, but his musing was quickly brought to a hault as the door was flung open by a panting Anthony. He saw the bloody mess before him and, screaming nonsense, pulled out his phone to call 911. He was joined in the doorway by the other Anthony, GaLm, who ran off to vomit, and John who, without a word, sprinted off to grab Chilled Anthony's car key so that he could start the car. After Anthony explained Steven's predicament to the 911 operator, he walked over to the bed to pick Steven up bridal style. He carried his to the car and layed him in the backseat, whispering encouragement, before getting in the driver's seat. The doors for everything had been conveniently opened by John, who was sitting in the passanger seat. The car having already been started, Anthony headed for the ER, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that it was a wonder it hadn't broken.
I wonder if Anth will get angry at me for staining the sheets, he vaguely entertained, his eyes now a dull, pale green. He noticed that the car's ceiling was a bit dusty.
There were several things, however, that Steven didn't notice. He didn't notice how Anthony's jaw clenched, or the gleam of silent tears on his cheek. He didn't notice how John's hands shook as he texted the other Anthony that they were almost at the hospital, or that the other Anthony's contact name had been changed to '<3' on John's phone.
Steven was aware that he was picked up at some point, but didn't realize that it was a sobbing Anthony. He could feel the harsh glare of the ER lights, but couldn't feel Anthony's warm arms holding him close. He could hear loud beeping, but couldn't hear Anthony whispering 'I love you' before being separated from the injured man.
Adam felt safe. He had always wanted to be this innocent Adam, and, deep down, always had been. Adam had never changed, but not everyone would believe that. He spilled the truths out to Scott and Shaun, occasionally pausing to sniffle. He told the truth as it had and always would be, that he had lied, but nothing further. Adam admitted to unprovoked threats, but he claimed that nothing was meant by them. He, along the way, earned a few disapproving or nervous looks exchanged between the other two men, but nothing more. All three of them were just sitting on the bed. Finally, after Adam fell silent, Shaun wrapped his arms around the other's form, planting a soft kiss on the top of his head.
"We believe you.", said Scott, eyes sad.