Title: Five Times Brian sat down at Justin's bed while he was in the coma
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Rating: PG
Length: 5x100
Content notes: none
Author notes: This isn't beta'd, all mistakes are mine. And the characters obviously don't belong to me.
Summary: Five Times Brian sat down at Justin's bed while he was in the coma



I.
“The cops called me down to the station today. Asked me to make my statement. I could tell they didn't give a shit. Just another gay bashing, no big deal.... And fucking Hobbs filed for assault against me. Mel says he doesn't stand a chance, that I was just... defending you... I should have killed him right there instead of just blowing out his knee... They want me to testify in court but... I can't. It's... none of their business what happened. That was just... that night belonged to... to you and me... to us. They can never know.”

II.
“Remember that trip to the Bahamas that you won at the King of Babylon contest? I asked them to give it to the runner up... I don't know if that's what you would have wanted but... I'm sure you would have liked it there, all the beaches and the guys... Maybe... someday I... we'll go.. together. That is, if you'd... if you would still want me to come with you... I wouldn't blame you if you didn't after... everything. And... just so you know... I didn't take you for granted, at least... not the way you thought I did.”

III
“Got a visit from Daphne. She dropped by unannounced and caught me naked and totally wasted. Must've been some sight. But I don't think she was particularly shocked... She pretty much tore me a second one for not... that's some hag you got there. She's looking out for you.... She is pissed because she thinks I won't come see you. But I guess she understands, too... I can't come with the others.... I can barely stand their looks as it is. Their pity... the anger... It's pathetic... that I don't want them to see me when I see you.”

IV
“Why did you ask me? Why did you want me to be your prom date? I keep thinking about it but... I don't understand... But what I know is that... you're braver than I am. Always have been... And when you asked me, I was... you scared the shit out of me... that's why I said no. It had nothing to do with you... Can believe I'm saying this... maybe I got knocked in the head... and thank god you don't hear me turn into some emotional lesbian but... that's why I came after all... it was for you.”

V
“The doctors say you're about to wake. The nurse on duty told me. You have no idea how... it's good. It's about damn time, too.... But... they still don't know if you'll be alright. Unforeseeable damages is what they call it. I call it a crock of shit. Aren't they supposed to know things like that?... I can't think about what happens if you're not... You have to be okay, you hear?... Please be okay... Because if you don't then... I don't know what I'm going to do... Anyway, ehm... I just want you to know that... I'm sorry.”