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"A full English breakfast, and a coffee. Make it black." While the teenager serving slumped off to prepare his order, Brandon rubbed the back of his neck roughly, a quiet yawn escaping him. After the events of the previous night, he was in no mood to fuck around, so when the person waiting in line behind him forgot his or her boundaries and moved a little too close for comfort - he could feel their hot breath against the back of his neck now - the American could be forgiven for his bristling reaction. "Do you mind backing off a little there? Just tryin' to order breakfast here, not lookin' for a fuckin' lapdance."

#manic starter

The Delivery Boy | Open

"Well that's just fuckin' great! Aw -- shit!"

Brandon hissed a few incoherent curse words through clenched teeth, giving the moped a frustrated dunt in the side with his foot as he continued his attempts to start the thing up again. Meanwhile, the rain poured down from the heavens, soaking him to the bone. It took several unsuccessful attempts before the irate delivery man gave up, guiding the defeated vehicle off the deserted road and to rest by the curbside.

"Piece of shit", he muttered, his mind drifting to a number of things, like how his boss - who also happened to be his father-in-law - would react to his current predicament. Knowing the bastard, he'd serve Brandon a browbeating because of the delayed delivery and customer complaints when he got back - although Brandon knew that the prick would simply do so because he took great pride in any opportunity to prove that his son-in-law was a waster..

Not caring either way - today had been hard enough on him from the word "go" - Brandon unhooked the bag and carried the pizzas towards an empty doorway where he plonked down on the steps underneath some shelter from the harsh conditions. There was no way he was gonna make the delivery now, so he was going to go down the only way he knew how; in style. Retrieving one of the large pizza boxes, he opened it up and indulged in his first slice, a groan of satisfaction escaping his lips confirming at least some kind of compensation for his troubles..

#manic open para #paras

Call | Eddie & Lux

Lux: W-when? When did this happen? And where? Jesus, I can't believe-- did anyone see it happening? I'm- I'm glad he's stable, I don't know what I'd done... Do you want me there? Moral support more than anything, can't do much looking like a planet I'm afraid.

Eddie: Yesterday afternoon, he was playin' outside with his friend. If someone saw, I'd have gotten hold of them by now and fuckin' destroyed whoever did it. No one came forward, no-one! I can't believe this fuckin' happened, after everythin' we --- [pauses, clearly upset]. No, I don't suppose it'd be wise for you to come back here...not with everythin' else. I can manage, I gotta. As long as Brogan is fine, I'll be fine too. The last thing we need is you to come back and somethin' else to happen. I just...I thought you should know what's goin' on.

#lux larson #:3

Call | Eddie & Lux

Lux: He's what?! What the hell happened? I-- fuck, if you want me to come back for a while, I will.

Eddie: I-It was a hit and run. He's in ICU, unconscious but stable...I haven't left his side, not s-since they let me see him. I swear, when I find out what sick son of a bitch did this, I'll kill them! I'll fucking kill them! I--God...!

#lux larson

Voicemail To: Lux

Eddie: Lux, it's Eddie. Somethin's happened to Brogan, he's--he's in the hospital. I need you to call me back as soon as you get this.

#voicemail #lux larson

Hit and Run | Open

"It's your son, Mr. Carruthers. He's been in an accident, he was admitted to the Royal about a half hour ago."

His stomach had lurched the moment he heard that the call was about Brogan. The rest of the conversation was a blur as his brain attempted to process the little information that had been fed to him. Dropping everything, he'd rushed to be with his son.

In spite of his protests and angry demands to see Brogan however, he'd been refused entry. Forced to wait, his nerves were shattered as he prayed for some kind of positive outcome. All he knew was that Brogan had been hit by a car while playing outside his friend's house. The other kid's mother was there waiting for him, and had told him everything she knew, but it didn't ease Dean in the slightest. All he wanted to know, all he needed to know, was how serious the kid's injuries were. Everything else could wait. Unfortunately, so could he.

"I just, I need to see him, alright? Will you just please tell me why the fuck I can't see my son?! How bad can it be, huh?!", he raged at the nurse by the reception desk, his temper soaring.

"Sir, we're doing everything we can. You'll see your son, but for the moment, I'm going to have to ask you to take a seat."

He felt his entire body sag with frustration, but heeded the nurse's sympathetic plea and resumed his seat in the waiting area, running a hand wearily over his head. This was mind-numbing, and although he didn't want to acknowledge it, his hands were trembling.