[CLOSED] broken and bruised; longing for you.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash's eyes brightened at the sight of Sean, a smile passing his lips again. If it wasn't obvious before, it was obvious now- he was only hanging on for Sean and his dad.

"H-hey.." He breathed. It killed him to see Sean so upset. He tried to reach for him, but his body wasn't doing anything he wanted it to do. "It's okay.." He managed to turn his hand over, looking over at Sean. "You're too.. far away.." He complained. He wished he could hug him, kiss him, curl up in his arms again. He felt like everything was being taken away from him.

[sean michael cutler]

Sean bit his lip as Nashville smiled. He hated seeing him so hurt. "It's not okay.." He rasped huskily umder his breath, stepping closer. He slid a trembling hand into Nash's, afraid just his touch might kill him as he sat down, searching his face until it was too hard, and he had to look away.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash squeezed his hand as hard as he could, which was about as hard as a feather hits the ground. He didn't want to hurt Sean, didn't want to die. He had so many things he needed to say, things he wished he would have said earlier.

His step dad was at the door, gesturing for his dad to go over. Nash smiled over at him, the only thing it didn't take a ton of effort to do. He ran a finger slowly over Sean's hand, looking down at the bed so he wouldn't have to hurt Sean anymore. "I'm sorry.." He whispered.

[sean michael cutler]

Sean shook his head, knew it wasn't Nash's fault. He played gently with his fingers, watching the two older males quietly. He couldn't bring himself to look at Nash, didn't want to cry. Swallowing, he shifted his weight, trying to separate what had happened to Xander from Nash's current problem.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Sean's fingers tracing over his hand. He squeezed it as hard as he could.

He looked up as his step father came in, followed by his dad. "Everything's gonna be okay, Nash. Don't worry about anything. We're gonna get you fixed, okay?" His step dad said, patting his leg gently.

"What about mom?" He asked slowly.

"She doesn't have to know, right? We just need to get you fixed." He smiled over at him, glancing at Sean.

[sean michael cutler]

Sean watched them come back in quietly, still playing gently with Nash's fingers. He managed a faint smile back at the guy, wondered if Nash's friend or whoever, the guy who had previously liked him, should know about this. He seemed to care, even if he couldn't help being in love with somebody else. He laced their fingers gently together, finally finding the guts to gaze down at Nash, biting at his lip.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

Nash looked up at him a second before he looked away. He couldn't bear seeing the hurt on his face, and knowing he had caused it. He listened to the sound of the machine breathing for him, and thought of all the things his step mother had taken from him. He couldn't think what he had done wrong to deserve this. He squeezed Sean's hand gently, faint tears rolling down his face. "I'm sorry.. I hurt you.." He whispered.

[sean michael cutler]

Sean bit his lip as he gazed at him until he began to cry. "Oh no, baby...it's okay, it's not your fault..." He breathed his tears away with a gentle hand. "Hey...it's gonna be okay, alright? You're fine..." He managed the faintest of exhausted smiles.

[nashville 'nash' aspen greer]

"Please dont go, Sean.." He pleaded softly, squeezing his hand a little harder. "Please.." He looked over at him tiredly, wishing he could be back at home and well again. But they had all known this was coming. It was just a matter of when. "I need.. You a-and my dad.."

[sean michael cutler]

"I'm not going anywhere, Nash.. I promise." He held his hand tightly, brushing his thumb over it, and leaned over, pushing his hair back and kissing his forehead. "I'm right here, okay? I'm right here..." He played with his finger, chewing on his lip again.