Angsty-ness ahead...
Short preview from a future part (in other words it came to me and I had to write it there and then. Um...blame Tom Cruise, ok. Don’t judge me :))))) Stuff might change, I’m still researching, but anyway when I’m feeling down as I am today, I need angst...
“I’m fine. Stop trying to get up...you need to lay still.” He didn’t even realise he was moving. He’s terrified, his head must be a mess if he can’t tell whether he’s moving or not. “Let them sort you out, alright? I’m not going anywhere, just keep calm.”
“You’re alright?”
“Few bruises, that’s all.”
“I can’t see...Aaron.” He hears the sob and swallows hard trying to do as Aaron says and keep calm.
“It’s going to be fine. They’re going to sort you out.” There’s a pause and he thinks Aaron’s gone and he’s alone again. “I have to go, they need to get started. I’ll see you in a bit, ok?”
He let’s his mind wander while the machine whirrs around him, trying to keep calm, trying to stay still, not that he can move far strapped down to the bed as he is. He thinks about the previous weekend when he and Aaron had driven out to the coast, found a quiet little beach to walk along, no chance of being interrupted or recognized. It was heaven.
“Welcome back.” Aaron. He feels him take his hand, grips it so tight he thinks Aaron must be wincing. He doesn’t remember being taken anywhere from the scanner, guesses he must have fallen asleep or something. “Robert?”
“I...you’re ok?” He asked him that already, didn’t he? It feels like someone has taken his brain away and replaced it with cotton wool.
“I’m fine. I told you before, remember, just bruises. Car’s totalled mind.”