Whoever Designed Hospital Beds Forgot To Actually Make Them Comfortable. Goodness Gracious, Either I'm

Whoever designed hospital beds forgot to actually make them comfortable. Goodness gracious, either I'm getting older or I'm sleeping on concrete.

".. Asshole broke my glasses. I haven't been able to see anything since I got there." He chuckled weakly.

Adam roughly remembered how to get there. I mean, he had litterally dragged his own half-dead body out of that hell hole. But what was on his mind was why the fuck would this happen? Sure, he was fucked up. David was fucked up. But Specs? He was perfect.

He drove as fast as he could, till he got there

Specs looked up from where he was slumped against the wall when he saw his brother's headlights. Unsteadily, he stood up, holding onto the grimy brick walls for support.

He was missing his iconic glasses, the skin on his hands and face red and irritated. His clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans, were wrinkled and bloodied. There seemed to be no wounds on his body, though.

"Adam," he choked.

"Thank you.. Really, thank you so much." He paused for a moment, then began again, slowly. "I love you. Sorry I don't say it enough."

Adam roughly remembered how to get there. I mean, he had litterally dragged his own half-dead body out of that hell hole. But what was on his mind was why the fuck would this happen? Sure, he was fucked up. David was fucked up. But Specs? He was perfect.

He drove as fast as he could, till he got there

Specs looked up from where he was slumped against the wall when he saw his brother's headlights. Unsteadily, he stood up, holding onto the grimy brick walls for support.

He was missing his iconic glasses, the skin on his hands and face red and irritated. His clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans, were wrinkled and bloodied. There seemed to be no wounds on his body, though.

"Adam," he choked.

"If you want to.. I don't expect you to." Specs handed Adam his phone.

Adam roughly remembered how to get there. I mean, he had litterally dragged his own half-dead body out of that hell hole. But what was on his mind was why the fuck would this happen? Sure, he was fucked up. David was fucked up. But Specs? He was perfect.

He drove as fast as he could, till he got there

Specs looked up from where he was slumped against the wall when he saw his brother's headlights. Unsteadily, he stood up, holding onto the grimy brick walls for support.

He was missing his iconic glasses, the skin on his hands and face red and irritated. His clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans, were wrinkled and bloodied. There seemed to be no wounds on his body, though.

"Adam," he choked.

"Support group?"

"Hey. Your glasses were important to you. It's okay to be upset, man"

"I'm upset over everything, really.. God, how did you do it? I don't like to ask about your trap, but I feel like a mess."

Every time I close my eyes, I see him. My ears still ring from how loud it was...