[CLOSED] why don't you love me?

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe popped the other two into his mouth, pulling his phone from under his leg. "Text dad." He told it, and it opened a new message. "Broke my dash. It needs to be fixed cause I can't see shit." He said, then hit send. He put it back under his leg, wondering how much gas he had. The gauge was on half a tank, but it was broken, too.

"Numb yet?" He asked, looking over at him. "Cause I highly doubt morphine is going to kill you. Unless you're allergic. In which case, that really blows." He shrugged, shifting the car into gear before he swung the car around, putting it in drive and gunning it down the driveway.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain gritted his teeth at that. Numb, he supposed it worked well enough, waiting until they were back on the main road. He didn't say a thing, didn't give any sign of thought. Yellow eyes flashed as he looked at him angrily. Hands flew out and he jerked the wheel sharply, knocking Monroe's hands away.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Fucking idiot!" Monroe spat, pulling his foot off the gas. He knew this would end either better or worse than if his roof would have been down. "Oh look, a tree." He said without a care. "You wanna die? We can do that." He grabbed the bottom of the wheel, turning the car more towards the approaching tree, then laid on the gas. He heard the crunch of metal, his head slamming into the steering wheel. His car literally folded at the impact, leaving him pinned and bleeding behind the wheel. He slumped down in his seat, not feeling a thing as he passed out.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain only sneered, eyes on the oncoming tree. He reached out, taking Monroe's hand and holding it close just seconds before metal crunched. There was no way he would have been able to pull himself out if he had stayed conscious, dashboard crushing his ribs, chest, before all reality went dark, never feeling a thing.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe heard people talking, sirens wailing. He tried to move, but he couldn't. He heard something along the lines of 'an accident' before he passed out again, clinging to Zain's hand.

"Is he awake?"

"I dunno I thought he was dead."

Monroe groaned, his head throbbing. He reached up, quickly pulling his hand away. He had a broken nose, that was for sure. And whiplash to end all whiplash. "Zain.." He whimpered, looking slowly around the room. But his pain medicine was making him drowsy again.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain could hear people talking vaguely, and eventually his hand was pulled from Monroe's. But it was all he was aware of until he was awakened painfully by the pump down his throat. He gagged, wanting to throw up at the feeling. His right wrist was killing him beyond belief, he guessed it was probably broken.

They pulled the tube from his throat slowly and as it left he threw up over the side of the bed, groaned. Pale faced, he watched the nurse tiredly, eyes gradually closing. They had a curtain drawn, he guessed another patient on the other side. He only heard bits and pieces about cracked ribs puncturing his lungs, internal bleeding that had been fixed up. But all that ran through his hazy mind was what he had just done, what might have happened to Monroe. Tears fell gently down his cheeks, afraid that he had very well killed him instead of himself.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe slept on and off, calling for Zain when he woke up. After awhile, he was convinced Zain had gotten what he wanted. The nurse came in, and put him under. He fought it as long as he could before he finally fell asleep again.

When he woke up, he was aware of his mouth hurting, and his head throbbing. 'I just want Zain..' He thought, looking blankly at the wall. He was wide awake now, watching the doctor come in.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Like shit." Monroe mumbled.

"You were in an accident. You broke your nose, we had to replace three of your teeth, you fractured your skull, and your left leg is broken. But otherwise, you're okay." He told him.

"What about Zain?" He asked.

"I don't know. I'm not his doctor."

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain shifted his weight awhile later, not sure of the time and crying softly until they threatened to drug him again for straining his body. It felt so hard to breathe..

"The tight feeling will probably last for awhile, your lungs have to get used to the injury. You cracked your wrist, and you have some spinal nerve damage. The guy ran two fingers slowly down Zain's right side, but all he felt was a numb pressure.

"Any feeling there..?"

Zain shook his head. "Monroe...." He rasped hoarsly throat aching. He read the doctors look wrong, thinking he must be dead, and fell silent, guilt dragging him into numbness.

[monroe owen hughes]

Everyone he asked either said they didn't know, or they weren't his staff. He guessed one of two things- Zain was dead, or he was in an entirely different hospital, which seemed less likely than Zain being dead. It never occured to him that he might be in a different wing of the hospital. He pulled the blanket back, looking at his casted leg. He guessed it was in the calf, and laid back.

"Orange juice?" The nurse asked him, and he shook his head. "Apple juice?"

"I want Zain." He mumbled, wincing at his sensitive gums. She put te juice in his hand, telling him he needed to drink it. He threw it down, sending juice clean across the room. "I DON'T NEED TO DO ANYTHING! I NEED ZAIN!" He screamed, and the nurses had to come hold him down before he injured himself.

[zain marshal rhoston]

The last words that rang in his head were 'fucking idiot' and suddenly he realized they might be the last ones he ever really heard from Monroe's mouth. It made him cry softly.

He wished he could have just died, wished he would have waiting until he got home to off himself where he was by himself. Someone offered him a water but he only curled up, back feeling stiff, a sharp sting in his spine. But it was edged with numbness. "I'm sorry..." He rasped to himself. "I didn't wanna hurt you too..."