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[blossomcup.livejournal.com]

WWB part 6. It's kinda short, I'll make up for it in part 7. You know the drill. Thanks for the reviews, annabell. You rock!

Brad went to Colin and Ryan’s and slept in their guest room. “Call us if you need anything.” Colin said. “You hungry?”

 

“No, I’ll just get some sleep. Thanks, Colin.” He shut the door and got out his cell to call Drew’s mother. She didn’t pick up.

 

He wrapped himself in the blankets, wishing Drew were there with him, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

 

 

The next morning, after Colin’s amazing breakfast, they all went to the hospital to visit Drew. Greg and Jeff were there too. He had a dry erase board and marker.

 

“I can’t talk.” He wrote on it, showing his friends. “My throat glands are swollen.”

 

“When can you leave?” Jeff asked.

 

Drew scribbled quickly. “Whenever Brad signs me out.”

 

Brad sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me that sooner?” He walked out and went to see a nurse.

 

“How are you feeling?” Ryan asked him.

 

Drew sighed. He wrote down the word ‘scared’, and erased it as Brad came back in. “Okay, Drew, let’s go.” He extended his hand and Drew got up off the bed. The others shared a worried look.

 

 

Drew couldn’t take his pill just yet, the doctor said to wait until the swelling went down. Finally, his voice came out, raspy:

 

“Have you talked to my mother?”

 

“She’s not answering her phone.”

 

Drew looked worried. “I hope everything’s okay.”

 

“Me too.” Drew slid into Brad’s arms, wanting some comfort. “I love you.”

 

“I love you, too.”

 

“Who do you think did this?” Drew asked, not leaving the embrace.

 

“I don’t know.” Brad sighed. They sat on the couch and fell asleep there.

 

 

Drew’s voice was back to normal the next day. Everyone was over for dinner, just to keep his spirits up. It was casual, just sitting around eating. Drew’s phone rang. “Excuse me.”

 

He walked away and answered. “Hello?”

 

“Mr. Carey? This is Dr. Stone.” That was his mother’s doctor.

 

“Hello, Doctor. Is everything okay?”

 

“I’m afraid not…”

 

 

Drew walked back into the room looking forlorn and shell-shocked. Ryan nudged Brad who asked, “What’s wrong?”

 

Drew sighed. “It’s Mom. She’s uh…had a relapse.”

 

There was a murmur of sadness and sympathy for him as Brad went to him. He tried to touch him but Drew shrugged him off and walked out. Brad tried to follow, but Greg said, “Just give him some time.”

 

They looked out the window as Drew crossed the corner and into the night.

 

 

Drew didn’t know what to do. After walking for about half an hour he felt guilty for pushing Brad away. He got out his cell phone to call him when he felt a cold metal object pushed against his temple.

 

“Move and you die.”

 

-TO BE CONTINUED-

Comments

[lyknade.livejournal.com]

poor drew D:
keep it up. can't wait to read the next chapter.

[annabel1984.livejournal.com]

Oh wow - someone really doesn't like Drew do they?!

[theinnuendo.livejournal.com]

;o no no no, poor drew
i think the super slash girls need to come to the rescue :P
OH DUDE!!! we should so be that :D the super slash girls, here to rid the world of writers block and slashy dilemas :P
sorry sidetrack :P
love the story chick
keep posting :D

[fbrobey.livejournal.com]

Oh God! Poor Drew! I must know what happens!! Just love all your other characters too, so sweet and supportive!

*hugs*

xxxxx