Smevalicious banner Who has to know The way he feels inside (inside) Those thoughts I can't deny (deny) These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie) And now I try to lie It's eating me apart Trace this life out Brian’s POV Fucking uncomfortable hospital chairs. I glance up at the clock across the hall, 6:34. Justin’s been in surgery for about an hour, he’ll be out soon. I rub the sleep boogers out of my eyes and get up to stretch. I walk down the hall to Debbie’s desk and overhear her calling both us out of school for the day. Man I love that woman. She hangs up, “Hey kiddo, Justin will be out soon, why don’t you go wash up” I look down at my hands and see that they are covered in blood, Justin’s. I hurry to the bathroom and scrub my hands hard; hoping that scarlet liquid will never be spilled again. Once I’m done I splash some water on my face and walk back to my cold plastic chair. It’s only about ten minutes later when my dad comes out of surgery, telling me that Justin’s asleep and I can wait with him. I stop outside his door, leaning up against the frame. His chest rises and falls with each breath, reassuring me of his existence. How the hell did I get here? I drift towards his bed and pull up a chair, taking his pale hand in mine. What am I doing? Sitting here like the dutiful lover waiting for him to wake up. Life is so fucked up.