The Taste of Touching Glass

~Mike's POV~

We pulled into the hospital with a bump. The medics had left me alone while I was in the ambulance. Now it was time to get down to business.

'Sir,' the young medic who was with me in the ambulance started, 'You have to let go of his hand. We have to get him into the emergency ward as quickly as possible to get him into a stable condition.' I reluctantly let go, pulling a face when Tony started whimpering, his fingers twitching as they roamed the space where my hand had been.

'It's okay, baby. I'm here.' I said quietly, calming him down. His breathing settled down a bit, but he didn't stop trying to find me.

'Sir, you'll have to sign out this form for him.' She passed me a form and a pen. The form was quite simple; name, date of birth and other things were printed on the page. I filled it all out with ease, submitting myself as his person to call in an emergency. I mean, I am his boyfriend, and we're on tour all the time anyway. I passed the form back and she scanned it.

'Thank you, Mr Fuentes.' She said with a smile. I looked back at her blankly. As we stopped, the doors popped open and the ramp was let down in a matter of seconds. They rolled Tony into the hospital, the girl from the ambulance yelling, 'Stay there!' at me. I walked out of the ambulance and sat on the curb, watching everyone rush about. I tried to find my phone so that I could contact Jaime and Vic, when I remembered that it was in the car, with my mum and dad. I sighed and settled down, leaning against the building. A few minutes later, a familiar car turns into hospital parking lot. It's my mum and dad's car. I stand up, and they roll to a stop in front of me. There's a few figures in the backseat that I can't make out. The door flies open, almost hitting my knee, and out hop my brother and his boyfriend.

Vic's hair is tangled and messy with a beanie shoved on top and he's wearing one of Jaime's tank tops and skinny jeans. Jaime's hair is sticking up straight as if he's been electrocuted as per usual and he's wearing skinny jeans and has managed to squeeze into Vic's top. I'm not calling him fat or anything, there's just a very big difference in size between the two bandmates.

'Hi Mike. Where's Tony?' Vic asks, worry coating his voice. His eyes are wide and he's shaking like a leaf. Jaime pulls him into a hug and kisses the top of his head.

'He'll be fine.' He murmurs, trying to assure the jittery vocalist.

'Tony's inside... I don't know where.' I say, my voice thick and very hoarse. I clear my throat and Vic studies my face closely. He notices the tear tracks and starts crying himself. He holds his arms out and gestures for me to come into them. Jaime unwraps his arms from around Vic and engulfs both of us in his wide embrace, with me breaking down and shedding tears over Vic's shoulder.

'You do realise you guys are wearing each other's tops, right?' I ask, trying to calm myself down.

'Oh.' Jaime says. We break apart and they swap tops, earning glances from a few females who have just arrived. As they're being checked out, Jaime murmurs in Vic's ear and he blushes, then turns around and zips up his jeans. He then plants a kiss on Jaime's lips and the girls turn around, not interested anymore. I'm back to sitting at the wall.

'Mr Fuentes?' A nurse says, and I turn around. My brother does the same.

'Yes?' We say at the same time. She looks alarmed, and then says,

'Who was on the ambulance?' I nod my head and she says,

'Please come with me.' She turns around and walks back into the hospital.

'Wait! Can my friends come too?' I ask, and she stops, turning around and saying,

'Are they relatives of Mr Perry?'

'Um, no, but they're his bandmates.' Vic and Jaime nod their heads vigorously.

'Ok then.' We follow her into the hospital. Vic hands me my phone, and I thank him, putting it into my pocket. We turn down several corridors, and then we turn into Tony's room.

~Tony's POV~

I'm lying on a hospital bed, wearing only one of those paper-thin pieces of fabric with no back. I'm freezing, I've only got a white sheet covering me. I'm not very aware of my surroundings. They've hooked me up to the anaesthetic and have checked me over. I've been told to stay awake, but it's become increasingly difficult with the drugs in my system. I must look like an Eygptian mummy, because I've got numerous bandages wrapped around my head. I've got a few broken ribs, apparently, but that's the extent of my injuries. I do have a concussion, though that may have passed. I'm not one hundred percent sure. To stay concious, I'm playing different songs in my head. As I'm halfway through a set, a knock comes at my door. I hear a sob, and try to open my eyes.

'Tony...' I hear Mike say. My eyes pop open and a ghost of a smile is on my lips.

He brushes my hair off my face and places his hand on my cheek, avoiding the bandages.

'Does he remember me? He hit his head pretty hard.' Mike asks the nurse, Katie.

'Of course. He knew you in the ambulance. He has a concussion, and he may be a bit forgetful at times, but nothing too bad. Just a couple of bumps here and there.' She smiles at him.

'I'm so happy you're alright.' He leans over and kisses my cheek, the one which his hand isn't resting on. I grab his hand and hold on tight. I don't want to leave him.

'I love you.' I say, and Mike smiles down at me.

'I know,' He replies, giving me cheek another kiss. 'I love you too.'

I sense two more people coming into the room.

'Hey turtle. You okay?' I hear Jaime ask.

'Yeah, Hime. Don't worry.' I say.

'Hi Tone.'

'Hey Vic.'

'Excuse me, gentlemen, but I must ask you to leave now. Visiting hours are over, and I only let you come and see your friend because you had been outside for over an hour.' Katie says.

I pull a face, and Mike says,

'No. I'm staying with him. He's my boyfriend, and I'm not leaving him. No matter what.'

Katie sighs. 'I guess you could stay, but don't expect a bed. I'm sorry but you two gentlemen will have to leave.' She gestures to Vic and Jaime.

'See you, buddy.' Jaime says, waving. I smile back, while Vic pats my leg, saying goodbye as he walks out of the room after Jaime. Katie leaves the room too, closing the door behind her.

Mike sets up a rudimentry bed out of the chairs.

'Hey, Mikey, could you please pass me another blanket?' I ask.

Mike looks over at me. 'Of course.' He says, grabbing a thick, wooly one and tucking it in around my body.

'I said pass it to me, not baby me.' I grumble. Mike laughs.

'I'm supposed to baby you. You're my boyfriend and you're in hospital with broken bones.' He says, grabbing a blanket of his own.

'Night, Tony.' He says, closing his eyes.

'Goodnight Mike.' I say, closing my eyes.

I try getting to sleep, but I'm too uncomfortable on my back. I would much rather be curled up on my side, maybe with Mike next to me, holding me close. I drift off into an uneasy sleep.

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