Alec Pov
My eyes slowly opened. I was in the back of an ambulance.

"HES AWAKE!" One of the doctors shouted.

I squirmed and groaned.
I tried to grab at the mask on my face which I assumed was helping my body with air or whatever the fuck.

When I went to grab it, only one of my arms went up. I looked over to my other arm and doctors were wrapping it in bandages.

My breath hitched and I groaned, squirming around again. Someone pushed the hair out of my face.

"Mum?" I whispered my voice hoarse. My vision around the edges went black.

"Mamá, duele." I choked.
I panted softly and breathing started to stutter.

lWE'RE LOSING HIM!" A doctor shouted.

My eyes closed and I was out.

—Time Skip—

I sat in the hospital bed, taking in my surroundings. My arm was wrapped in bandages and so was my head.
Fucking concussion.

Martha, George and Laf were sitting in chairs in the hospital room.
Laf looked up and smiled at me.
I softly smiled back at him.

I glanced down and saw my bare chest. I quickly averted my eyes.

I never liked seeing the scars.
The very distinct belt scars.
Whip scars.
A couple scars from being burnt but those were the small ones.
They still bothered me though.

Then there were the scars on my wrists and arms from multiple things. Handcuffs driving into my skin,
cutting myself,
and severe rope burns to name a few.

Memories from...stuff started to pour into my head and I tried to shake it off.

I took a shaky breath and looked back to my foster family.

"I-I'm sorry." I told them.
"I should've moved. I should've ran before the car came an-"

"Alec. It was not your fault. You did a very good thing by calling 911. You saved four peoples lives by doing that." Martha told me.

"I- what?" I asked.

"Four people were in that accident. They would be dead Alec." She said.

O-oh.
Okay then.
That's...nice.

"W-when can I leave the hospital?" I asked.

"I think I'm a few hours. They need to make sure you're stabilized." George said.

John burst into the hospital room and leaned against the door.

Laf snickered and said,
"Quite the entrance John."

"Yeah and you're fucking Herc. Leave me alone." He said panting.

Martha and George stared at Laf, who's face went red.

"...son can we talk outside?" George asked Laf, Martha nodding.

The three of them went outside.
John smiled at me.

"You doing alright?" He asked.

"I got hit by a car." I told him.
He chuckled dryly and said,
"Yeah, I know."

He stood next to the hospital bed and took my hand in his. My heart rate monitor picked up speed.

He giggled and whispered,
"You like that?"

"Mhmm.." I hummed.
He glanced back at the door and then shot me a mischievous look.

I sighed and moved over a bit. He smiled and hopped into the bed next to me. I cuddled into him, trying not to hurt my arm.

He stroked my hair and told me, "You're an amazing person."

Again, my heart monitor picked up a little bit of speed.
I blushed.

"Thank you." I whispered.

He slowly traced a few of my scars on my bare chest then started to rub my back.

I felt the deja vu of enjoying it way too much. I cuddled up on his chest.
I want Friday to come really fast.
I want to go on a date with this boy and right now.

I mean...
not now..
I'm in a hospital but you get it.

I subconsciously ran my hand across his chest. His hand drifted to my shoulders, starting massage my extremely ridged shoulders.

I groaned softly because for the first time in a long time my shoulders actually relaxed. 

Not a little like what happened with Martha, but my shoulders actually dropped.

And my fucking god it felt good.

John smiled down at me and I smiled up at him.

The hospital door open. Laf leaned in the doorway and clicked his tongue.

"Who would've guessed one of my best friends wants to get in my brothers pants." Laf said, sitting down.

He said brother.
Not foster brother,
or adoptive brother
or mon frère.
(Laf calls fuckin everyone
mon frère and mon ami)

He called me his brother.
Like I was apart of his family.

My head pounded slightly.

I want to be his brother.
His real brother.

But more than anything, I want to be Johns boyfriend.

I feel safe with him.
Really protected from anything.
He's just...so great.