My Brother's Best Friend [BoyxBoy]

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Pic: Isaac Benson (It's the pic on the book cover!)

~Isaac's POV~

Justin's asleep. He's sitting in the chair next to my bed in a very uncomfortable position. His crutches are leaning against the chair, almost touching his head. He looks so peaceful, I don't want to wake him.

The hospital is releasing me today, finally after two weeks I get to go home. They've been the longest two weeks of my life. After I woke up I was kept on bed rest the first five days and I could only have liquids, not that I was that keen to have any food. Those days were boring, to say the least. I understood Justin's fraustration and at not being able to walk and having to stay in bed.

It wasn't always bad, though, said boy came to stay with me everyday. It seems like Justin doesn't want to leave my side for too long, I think he's afraid. I try to reassure him that I'm fine but it doesn't seem to help. When the doctor gave him his crutches, when they thought he had enough strength, he made it a ritual to come to my room first thing everyday.

I'm not complaining, I find it difficult to believe all the drama is over and we can get on with the normalicy of life, if life is ever normal. Having Justin by me all the time hekps torememver that. Still, I can't seem to shake the feeling that there's something wrong with Justin, but I can't figure out what. I shake my head at the thought, no use lingering on something that may not be happening, if there is something wrong we'll deal with it togeather.

I'm reaching for my bag on the bed when the door to my room cracks open, "Hey little brother, you ready to go?" Stephan asks.

"Yeah, I just have to wake my sleeping dragon." I grin pointing at Justin.

Stephan looks at him and frowns, "At least he's sleeping."

My brow furrows, "What do you mean?"

"He hasn't told you? He's barely getting any sleep. When he does he has nighmares about the incident." Stephan says in a low voice.

The incident. That's what we've come to call the events that happened two weeks ago. I don't think it right to hide the fact at I almost died and Justin broke his leg behind a silly nickname. But it seems to help cope with things better for all of us.

"He didn't tell me." I say walking over to him and brushing his curls out of his face, "No wonder he's looked so tired the last few days."

"I think it's PTSD," Stephan says, I look at him confused, "Post-traumatic stress disorder."

I frown, why hasn't Justin told me about this? I know why, because he's more worried about me than he is himself. But suprisingly, I don't feel anxious or really anything when I think about what happened two weeks ago. I guess the same can't be said for my baby. I understand though, Katherine was one if his best friends, to have her do something like that surely left a greater impact on him than it did me.

Going to her funueral a week ago probably wasn't the best idea either, but Justin had insisted until Noah finally relented and took him. Nobody seemed to understand why Justin was so adamant about going to the funeral or having anything to do with Kat after what she did, I understood. Justin told em the promise he made to her and I knew then that he could never hate Katherine Reed, no matter what she did.

So I stayed in the hospital while he went to the funeral, waiting for him to come back and tell me how it went. he was quiet when he got back and Noah said that Kat's parents had pulled him aside to talk to him in private. When I asked him about it he said it was unimportant and left it at that. But I could tell something was bothering him.

Apparently I was right.

"Don't worry it'll pass." Stephan says startling me out of my thinking, "Just support him and make him feel safe. And make sure he sleeps. I wish I could be around to help you but, you know."

I smile sadly at him. Yeah I know, Stephan is leaving tomorrow, back to Afghanastan, "How long are you going to be gone?"

"Two years at most, but it's my last enlistment so when I come back I'll be for good."

"I'm glad, I miss you when you're gone."

He chuckles, "I bet you do, I miss you too. You and a normal life without any bombs or bloodshed."

"Yeah, all you got was gunshots and a school on fire, totally normal." I tease.