P.S: I'm sorry:(

The next day the two looked for a doctor in town, to whom they then went. Malcolm described the problem and the doctor examined Angus. Then she disappeared into her office for a while. Angus sat restlessly next to Malcolm, mumbling softly to himself. The older one took his hand and caressed it soothingly. After a while the doctor finally came out. She sat down in front of them and looked at Angus.

"Well, Agnes. I will unfortunately have to tell you that you will give birth to the child." Angus eyes widened. He didn't want to kill the child. But he didn't want to carry it for nine months either.

"It's Angus, or even Mr Young, for you." Malcolm growled. "And why the hell should he have to bear the child? There are several women who have abortions."

"OK. I'm sorry. So, Ms. Young. You will give birth to your child, because I definitely do not support a 15 year old girl first getting pregnant and then killing a child." Malcolm stared at the doctor in shock and anger.

"You're a doctor! You know as much as I do that even if Angus gave birth, the baby would most likely be disabled!" Malcolm exclaimed angrily. The doctor looked at him.

"Yes. I know that. But then your sister should have thought before she got pregnant." Malcolm growled angrily. Fire burned in his eyes. Tears ran quietly down Angus' cheeks. He didn't want to be called a woman. The old doctor looked at him unimpressed. Malcolm leaned over the table and glared at her.

"What do you think about me raping you here and now? Mh? And then you will give birth to this child. Let's see how you are then."

"You were raped?" Asked the doctor, looking at Angus. Angus was crying. Malcolm hugged him.

"Sh. Is good. Yes, he was raped." He lied with the hope that the doctor would give in.

"I'm really sorry, but I won't change my mind." Malcolm nodded. He got up and took off his denim jacket, which he then hung around Angus' shoulders. He led Angus out of the room. "Where are you going!?" Exclaimed the doctor indignantly.

"You're obviously not helping us." Malcolm growled, leading Angus out of the office. He bought him an ice cream. They went back to the hotel and Angus licked his ice cream sadly. Malcolm had an arm around him. "I'll make sure you have an abortion, okay?" Angus bit his lip and nodded, whimpering. "How long is our tour going?"

"9 weeks." Angus said quietly. Malcolm sighed.

"OK. 11 weeks. That could work." He muttered.

"What? 11 weeks? I said 9." Angus said blankly.

"Yes. But when we get home you'll be 11 weeks pregnant. If you're 12 weeks pregnant we cannot have an abortion. So that fits exactly. I'll call Steve and let him know. Everything will be fine, Ang." Angus nodded, whimpering.

*

9 weeks later:

They were on their way home and were on the plane. Everyone slept except the siblings. Angus was lying on the little sofa they had on the plane. It was a small private plane they had provided. Malcolm sat next to Angus and felt his stomach.

"Do you feel something?" Angus asked softly and looked at him. Malcolm nodded.

"Yes. You can feel your uterus. It has stretched now and the baby is starting to grow." Malcolm sighed and put Angus shirt back over his stomach.

"How big is my baby?" Angus asked after a while, looking at Malcolm.

"I ... it's four to five centimeters." Malcolm muttered. "Angus, listen." Malcolm took Angus' hand. "Please don't say it's your baby. I know it's your baby, but ... saying goodbye gets worse when you say it's a child. It's barely that big." He pointed with his index finger and thumb about two inches. Angus swallowed.

"I ... I know." He muttered. Malcolm patted his shoulder, then gently covered him.

"Sleep a little. Everything will be fine." Angus nodded with a sigh and rolled onto his side. He stroked his stomach a little with his hand and soon fell asleep. Malcolm got up and went to Bon. He sat down next to him and watched him sleep with a smile. He looked so carefree and happy. Malcolm raised his hand and gently stroked Bon's cheek. The singer hummed softly but continued to sleep. Malcolm smiled and took Bon's hand in his. Their fingers tangled together. Malcolm's thumb caressed the back of his hand and he leaned his head back. Slowly he closed his eyes. He was so damn tired. But he couldn't sleep. Too much worry. Far too many worries buzzed in his head. About Angus, about Bon, about the band.

*

When they got home, Malcolm went to Steve's place. The others all drove home. Except for Bon, who stayed with Angus since it was now 12 noon. When he came back the boys were watching a movie.

"Hello." Bon smiled and beamed at him. Malcolm smiled back. He got a glass of water and handed it to Angus.

"Here. Eat this." He held out a pill. Angus looked at him questioningly. Malcolm nodded. Angus understood and swallowed the pill.

"What was that against?" Asked Bon.

"Those were headache pills." Malcolm said and went into the kitchen. With a wink, he told his brother to follow him. Angus did.

"What was that?" Angus asked quietly so that Bon wouldn't hear.

"Abortion drugs. You have an appointment at the hospital in an hour."

"What am I supposed to do there?" Whispered Angus.

"The embryo will be removed. The pill was there to soften your cervix and not hurt you." Angus nodded and bit his lip.

"I'm scared." He whimpered.

"Hey. Is good. You get a local anesthetic. You won't even feel it. Besides, I'll be there." Angus nodded, trembling.

"Why ... why is Bon with us?" He asked then. Malcolm swallowed. What should he say?

"I ... I wanted to ask you if you would mind the boys moving in with us. I mean ... we're a band and we could work a lot better if everyone was here. We also have three free rooms that we don't use." Angus nodded a little.

"Yes. We have to ask them. But ... we can do that afterwards. Please?" He whispered. Malcolm nodded. When he left the kitchen he said:

"Bon will stay with us for the next few days." Angus nodded.

*

Bon stayed at home alone and the two siblings drove to the hospital. Angus was lying on a stretcher. He had taken off his pants and underpants. God. That was so damn embarrassing, but he knew it had to be. His legs stood on hangers and were spread out like that. Malcolm stood next to Angus and took his hand to stroke it. The smaller one was frightened as hell. Tears ran down his cheeks and he was trembling badly. His legs were tense. There had already been three doctors there to tell him what could happen and that Angus was now even more afraid, it was no wonder.

"Good afternoon, Angus. I'm the anesthetist." Said a young woman smiling and looking at Angus. Angus nodded tremblingly. "Are you scared?"

"N ... No." Angus whimpered softly. She smiled a little and looked at Malcolm, who couldn't suppress a giggle.

"Are you his boyfriend?" She asked.

"No. I'm his brother." Malcolm smiled.

"Oh I am sorry..."

"It's okay." Malcolm continued to stroke Angus' hand soothingly and brushed a curl from his face. "Everything will be fine, okay? You won't feel it. It won't hurt." Angus whimpered softly as more tears ran down his cheeks and he sniffed because he couldn't breathe. All the doctors only told him what could happen, except for the anesthetist. She got a handkerchief and handed it to Angus.

"Here. Blow your nose." Angus did it, trembling. Malcolm put the dirty handkerchief in his pants pocket. "You don't have to be afraid. Your brother is here. It won't hurt, and it won't take long." She prepared a syringe and Angus whimpered fearfully.

"Hey. All is well. I'm here. Squeeze my hand if you want I'm with you." Malcolm said. Angus watched the woman fill the syringe. "Hey. Don't watch that. Look at me." Malcolm turned Angus' head gently. "That's good." Malcolm smiled encouragingly. "Look at me. Everything is fine." The doctor smiled.

"Do you want general or local anesthesia?" She asked, looking at Angus. "Usually we only do local anesthesia."

"What's the difference?" Angus asked, whimpering.

"You sleep under general anesthesia. You don't notice anything." Malcolm said. "With a local anesthetic, you're awake, but you don't feel it." Angus nodded, trembling, but could not answer. Weeping, he squeezed Malcolm's hand. Malcolm looked at the doctor. "I think general anesthesia would be better." She nodded worryingly. "Do you want general anesthesia, Ang?" Angus shrugged, trembling, as tears continued to run down his cheeks. God. He was so scared. Malcolm gently wiped away the tears. "Give him general anesthesia." Malcolm said. The doctor nodded and wanted to put an IV in Angus' arm. But Angus shook his head.

"I ... I want to be awake to it." She nodded and prepared a needle.

"Are you sure?" Malcolm asked, still stroking Angus' hand. Angus closed his eyes, whimpering. The doctor came in.

"Hello." He greeted and shook hands with Malcolm and then Angus. He felt the fear Angus was radiating. "You don't have to be afraid. Everything will be fine. It doesn't hurt and doesn't take long." Everyone tried to calm Angus down, but it didn't at all.

"Hey. Look at me." Malcolm said quietly. Angus did. Malcolm smiled encouragingly. "I'm here, okay? I'm with you." Angus nodded, whimpering. The doctor put on gloves and then sat between Angus' legs. He caressed Angus' cervix with his fingers. Angus winced and just cried more. Malcolm looked at the doctor with concern. He kissed Angus on the forehead. "A general anesthetic is, better Ang." So the anesthetist stabbed an infusion in Angus' arm and prepared everything. Angus got a small tube up his nose so he could breathe and a clip on his finger to measure his pulse. Malcolm caressed Angus' hand. "You'll sleep, okay? And when you wake up everything will be fine." Angus nodded, trembling. The doctor added the drug to the infusion. Angus looked at Malcolm. Malcolm suddenly blurred and he heard him speak distantly. It all went black and he fell asleep.

*

When Angus woke up again, he was lying on a yellow couch in another room. Malcolm sat next to him and held his hand.

"M ... Mal?" He whispered. His vision was still spinning and feeling a little sick.

"Yes. Yes, I'm here, Angus." Malcolm smiled.

"Am I ... am I still pregnant?" Whispered Angus.

"No. No, you aren't." Malcolm let go of Angus' hand briefly and then pulled a small box from the breast pocket of his denim jacket. He opened the box. You could see folded cloth. "I ... your baby is in here." He said softly. Angus swallowed.

"Can I see it?" Malcolm closed his eyes and looked away.

"I think you ... you shouldn't be looking at it."

"But it's my baby." Angus wailed. Malcolm closed the box and put it back in his breast pocket.

"Listen to me, Angus. Don't look at it. I've seen it and I know that you'll only blame yourself when you see it." Angus nodded a little. A doctor's assistant took the infusion from Angus' arm and a doctor explained something, then the siblings went home. Angus was still feeling a little dizzy and so Malcolm led him. When they got home, Bon was sleeping on the sofa. A movie was playing in the background. Angus turned and looked at his brother.

"Show me my baby." He said demanding. Malcolm sighed and went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. Angus followed him. "Show me my baby."

"Angus, no ..."

"Show me my damn baby! I'm its mother!" Angus yelled angrily.

"Angus ..."

"Show me!" Shivering, Malcolm pulled out the little box and opened the cloth.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, handing the box to Angus. Angus stared at the bloody five centimeter tall baby. It was rolled up and you could see bones everywhere. It had tiny hands and small feet. Angus gasped for air. His eyes widened and he started crying. "I'm sorry, Angus." Malcolm whispered, putting an arm around Angus. Tears formed in his eyes too. That was his nephew or his niece. He didn't know it.

"You're a monster." Angus breathed.

"What?" Asked Malcolm. Angus put the little box on the table and slapped Malcolm in the face.

"You're a bloody monster!" He screamed. Malcolm howled when his nose started bleeding profusely. He held a hand under it. Angus hit him. "You're a monster! You killed my child! I hate you!" Bon woke up to hear Angus scream. He got up and went into the kitchen. Angus cried and hit Malcolm, who tried weakly to hide behind his arms. "I hate you, you bastard! You murderer!"

"Angus! Stop it!" Bon took Angus by the hips and pulled him away from Malcolm. Angus pointed to Malcolm.

"Murderer!" Tears ran quietly down his cheeks.

"Stop it, Angus. Sh. It's good." Bon cradled the little guitarist in his arms. "What's happening?"

"He's a murderer." Angus cried in Bon's chest. Bon looked up at Malcolm in shock. The rhythm guitarist swallowed when he saw his lover's gaze.

"He killed someone?" Bon whispered in shock.

"He's a murderer." Angus repeated, weeping. Bon looked at Malcolm in shock and anger.

"Go! Go away!" He screeched and poked Malcolm.

"Bon, you don't understand ..."

"Go away! I don't want anything to do with a murderer! Go or I'll call the police!" Malcolm sobbed heavily.

"Tell him the truth, Angus." He whimpered. "Please."

"Murderer." Angus cried.

"Get out of here!" Bon screamed. Malcolm winced and ran out of the house crying.