I Feel You Dude, As Someone Who Had To Stay In A Hospital For Three Weeks, I Can Agree That It Is Not

I feel you dude, as someone who had to stay in a hospital for three weeks, I can agree that it is not a pleasant time.

I hope I'm out of here soon. Hospitals give me the creeps. And visiting hours are really strict here, too..

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

"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.

"Would they let you?" He tipped his head to the side. "And you don't have to. I wouldn't dare make you sleep in one of those chairs, or God forbid on the floor.."

"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."

".. 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.

"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."