"It's not that I really cared you see..." the American took a break, "but like when it happened it was indeed scary. And I have the feeling it touched the people around me more than it did myself. I'm not saying that I didn't suffer because I did but... when I look back and realise how worried everyone was for me and how they stopped everything just to make sure I would be okay, how they hold on to me and visited me almost everyday, it kinda felt great you see? I know now that I have people that genuinely care but also want me happy, people that would do anything to see me breath. People that suffer with me. It did touch the whole crew a lot. Not only the crew, the whole fanbase, my fanbase was devastated and I couldn't be more grateful to see that I had so so many people caring and getting their hopes at their highest just to see my eyes flicker again."
Dylan's chest squeezed itself together with every word he said. Each time someone asked him about the accident that happened on set, he felt bad. All of the happiness the young man transported in himself where somehow robbed from him and all he could was look straight to the floor, seeing the images in front of his eyes over and over again. He felt every movement, he heard every sound, he smelled every scent that was present the moment it happened. It wasn't easy for the American yet, when he woke up and the doctors said he'd make it everyone was relieved and happy, as if there was no tomorrow. Everyone cared, even the people Dylan didn't talk much with anymore. It wasn't like Dylan minded that, it actually made his heart jump when he saw so many people in his room surrounding him, smiling at him brightly.
"Who was the one you were the happiest about to be there with you trough all the dark times?" the interviewer asked.
"Definitely Tyler... a-and Thomas..." when Dylan pronounced his older friends name he smiled lightly, letting go of a little chuckle.
The Britt wasn't with him at the moment, he was doing an interview next door probably with similar questions but different people. It was the first time Dylan was teared apart from Thomas since the whole press tour. This was the first press tour he did all of his interviews with Thomas until today. The boys actually even asked to do all of the interviews together. Dylan truly wanted to take advantage of every second and not being without Tom durning the interview breaks just sounded so boring to him, being without Tom in general sounded unbearable to the American.
What made him chuckle was the fact that he remembered exactly how it was when the Britt saw him in the hospital, unconscious. He remembered perfectly how his friend looked exhausted, in trance but above all, full of sadness. He hid it good though, I mean the Britt was an actor after all. But Dylan could see trough him pretty fast. Even if Thomas was the one standing back, letting the others speak Dylan knew that he was the one that wanted to hold the brunet in his arms the most.
Flashback to Dylan's incident
It was now almost a week that Dylan laid unconscious on his bed. The hopes that he'd eventually lift up his index, move his eyes or open his mouth slightly started to seem impossible at that time. A lot of people came to see him but not everyone had the time to stick with him over the clock. Momently he was alone in his room, breathing trough his nose, not doing any noise or moving any muscle. It wasn't easy for the people to accustom themselves to such a silent Dylan. A Dylan that didn't jump or dance around, one that wouldn't make them laugh with some stupid comment. It wasn't definitely easy but yet, it was possible. Hard, but possible. At least for some of them. Dylan's closest family had been heartbroken from the moment they got the news of the accident, Dylan's mom only left the clinic twice in the whole week, trying to be there for her son. Julia, Dylan's sister, was there too, making sure that her mom wouldn't break down and trying to not break down herself.
It was hard for them to see the brunet laying there, doing nothing. It was just wrong.
Yet, there was someone that never gave signs of leaving. Even when Dylan's mom told the young blonde to leave, get some sleep all he could manage was to go to the cafeteria on the next floor to get a coffee and recharge some energy. He used to do that in the mornings when Dylan's mom came into the room after being home and refreshing herself. He went there, sitting down and taking three coffees, leaving his friends room for about 2-3 hours. It was obvious for Dylan's mom that the young man never really left even if she told him to but she didn't have the nerve to really protest with him over that fact. She knew that he had to get some rest but the fact that the blonde stuck so close to her son made her happy. The sad looks he always gave at Dylan made her feel better. It really showed her that her son was truly in good hands and with people that genuinely cared.
That morning Dylan's mom left for the bathroom right after telling Tom to go get some coffee since he wouldn't go home and take a decent sleep. When she left the room and disappeared around the corner to go to the bathrooms, Thomas sprinted inside the room again. Even if he was the whole time there, there was never a moment where Thomas had the chance to actually be alone with Dylan.
He entered the room, not making any noise afraid that he'd wake up Dylan even though that was probably the thing we wanted the most. He walked to the bed, looking down at his unconscious friend. He truly laid there perfectly. His hair was a mess but yet, it looked good on him. His eyes were closed, letting Thomas the chance to admire his long lashes. It hurt the blonde to see his friend like that. Usually the only thing that made Dylan shut down and stay still was Thomas and now it was also this stupid accident too.
Thomas closed his eyes slightly, whispering into himself, wishing his friend would wake up soon enough. Thomas never really realised how afraid he actually was of losing Dylan until that day. When he saw his friend laying like that there, everything he could do was beg, pray that he'd wake up soon and not leave him alone. Thomas didn't want the brunet to leave, not yet. The boy would be too young to be taken away, Thomas would rather give away his own life than watch Dylan die. He would truly change lanes with Dylan if he only could.
"You know in stories and movies they say this works..." Thomas chuckled light, shaking his head and touching Dylan's fingertips with his owns, "To he honest I'm not even sure if I believe in that stuff or not you know.. but like. Seeing you here like this I just... I- we miss you so much Dylan."
Thomas looked up at the lights, trying to take back the tears that were forming in his small eyes, "Please wake up," he looked down at his friend again, this time letting the tears roll over his checks.
For the first time in his life Thomas didn't care if anyone would see him cry and the fact that he was actually crying couldn't bother him less either. He spoke again,
"You know, when the accident happened I wasn't there... with you I mean. Wes was... and some others. I just remembered that I was in my trailer when I heard my phone ring, it was Kaya. When I first took the call I was happy, I felt good. And then she told me about the accident. My heart went black. I never had such a sudden change of mood if I'm honest. Dylan I'm not ready... I'm not ready to lose you. Not yet at least. Man you are the most important person I have. Listen to me okay... you can do this. I-I know you can. Just, just make sure not to stop fighting. Remember when we first met? I wanted to go to the toilet and you just came in? Making me hold my pee for about 20 minutes? I didn't stop fighting just to spend some extra time with you so please... don't stop fighting now. I need more extra time with you. Two years weren't enough, Dylan I beg you. I know this example is pretty messed up but I can't think properly. Listen to me, I'm here for 5 days straight now and I won't leave as long as you don't open up that mouth of yours, balling out a joke.
"You make me happy Dylan. I've never told you this but... you truly are the most important person to me. I mean sure I love everyone but you are different... you make me smile, do crazy stuff and enjoy a set so much. If it wouldn't be because of you this here would also have been a cast I'd just get alone with but you made me so close to all of them... but above everything close to you," Thomas smiled, squeezing Dylan's hand and looking at his friends body in-between the tears.
"You are important Dylan. Not only for me. Tyler is here, your mom, Julia. Wes is feeling so guilty, Kaya has been so worried and then there's me... I'm just such a mess. I can't leave you, too afraid I'd never see you again. Every time I go out of this room I hear the heart monitor stand still, screaming the biet in a loop in my ears over and over again. It won't stop no matter what I try to. And I'm afraid. I'm afraid I'll go trough that door and never see you again. I don't want to see you in a plastic bag the next time I come here. I don't want that. I'd rather see you die in front of my eyes. I couldn't bare the feeling of you dying because I left you. I don't want it. I won't accept it. Dylan I beg you... if you hear me. Please don't give up on life just yet. I promise I'll treat you like a king... make you happy, smiley. I will do my best to show you as much affection as you do to me." Thomas pressed the Americans hand against his forehead crying lightly.
"In the movies it always works... now come on. Be the Hollywood star we all know and wake up." the Brit said, chuckling lightly in between his sobs.
When his friend didn't move, the blonde lost one last tear before leaving a small kiss on his friends hand, looking down at his peaceful face and letting some more tears fall over his face. It hurt him to see his friend in so much pain, it hurt him to see Dylan struggle about survival. All he wanted was to laugh with his dorky friend for one more time, messing around and just spend time. He cared, he deeply cared and was missing his friend more than anything.
"I want you back..." He whispered.