Life was an odd thing.
One minute, you’re just sitting on your couch, watching reruns of whatever is on TV. And the next, you’re getting a rushed phone call that literally turns your world upside down.
The news of what had happened to Emma broke his heart-- his mind trying to process why she would try to do such a thing. But most of all, Brandon was trying to figure out if he had noticed signs. Signs that he just didn’t think too much on-- and that possibility scared the shit out of him. What if he could have done something to help? What if there was something he could have said to just prevent all of this?
For right now, he couldn’t think about himself-- he couldn’t focus in on what he could have, and should have. Right now, this was all about Emma. And he had to be there for her, for as long as she needed him. Brandon wasn’t going to leave her side until she forced him to step down; his protective and nurturing personality hitting an all-time peak.
So that’s exactly why he decided to do his best and distract her today. A little happiness was definitely needed, and Brandon had collected some of her favourite things; hoping that it would put some slice of a smile across her face.
An adorable little pot of night sky petunias, a decent-sized bag of mini pretzels, and a single fruit tart.
Knock, knock, knock. “--Emma?” His voice was low; just in case she was napping, he didn’t want to disturb her with such an abrupt noise.
Opening up the hospital room door just enough so that a majority of his torso was evident, the male offered up his usual gentle smile, “Hey-- Is now a bad time? If you need rest, I’ll just-- I can come back later?”
(( @emma-martinelli ))