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Warnings: Alcohol use.
My computer crashed while I was writing this and I lost more than half of it. I worked on it from memory, but it’s not as good as it was. Nonetheless, I hope you like it! I also apologize if there are any mistakes, as I got very little sleep last night. <3
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On the fifth day, James was mad.
At roughly eleven, he’d been awoken by a doctor, only to then be ushered out of the room and into the hallway, and then told to go home.
At first he’d argued.
This was not fair.
He had a right to be here. The whole reason he was here, was for Aleks. The man he loved was finally getting better, finally starting to wake up, and yet he was being kicked out? What the fuck.
A doctor calmly stated that they needed to run some tests, make sure that everything was okay. They needed to check if everything was healing correctly, and that Aleks was as healthy as he was beginning to seem.
James had bit back a retort, and stormed out.
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Home was boring, and empty.
Ein was with Sly, and Aleks was still at the hospital.
The silence, and loneliness, just seemed to make James even angrier.
He knocked things over, threw things against the walls, broke photo frames, and screamed as loud as he could.
The tantrum seemed to help in the slightest, but his anger flared up again when he realized he now had absolutely nothing to do.
He paced the floor aimlessly, for hours. The sun was beginning to set, and then it clicked.
He needed a drink.
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James drove fast, and recklessly. He didn’t care.
He pulled up, and marched up to the houses’ door, slamming his fist against it.
“Seamus! Open the door!”
There was the softest click of a lock being undone, and then the door swung open slightly to reveal the blonde Irishman.
“James? Look, I’m really sorry I didn’t come visit Aleks, but I-”
“I don’t fucking care about that, you had your reasons.”
Seamus let the door swing the rest of the way open, “Then why are you here?”
“I want to go drinking.”
He raised an eyebrow, “Drinking? You want to go drinking, now?”
“I want to get drunk. I want to get fucking shit-faced.” James practically hissed.
“Alright, fine,” Seamus sighed and held out his palm, “Give me your keys.”
James reluctantly handed them over, and then followed Seamus inside, into the dining room.
Seamus set up two shot glasses opposite each other, and then wandered into a different room, before coming back with a bottle of something clear.
The liquid was poured, and James instantly slammed his shot.
The taste was awful, and the burn made him wince. But he gestured to his glass, “Pour me another.”
Seamus hesitated, “Are you sure? This is straight vodka, and I don’t think-”
“Pour me,” James growled, “Another.”
Seamus sighed, slugged his own shot, and then filled the glasses again.
“Why are you drinking, anyway? Aren’t you meant to be visiting Aleks?”
“I’m drinking because of Aleks.”
“Oh.”
The vodka trickled down their throats.
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The sun was well and truly down now, and the streetlights flooded the area with light.
The two had somehow ended up outside, sitting on the front steps, and halfway through the second bottle of vodka.
“I can’t… I can’t f-fucking believe this.” James slurred, and took a swig from the bottle.
James was very much intoxicated. Seamus, on the other hand, was still wavering on the borderline, due to taking the shots more slowly, and basically being able to handle his liquor much better anyway.
“What can’t you believe?” Seamus asked, swaying slightly, and taking his own sip from the bottle.
“If it wasn’t-wasn’t for that one… that one asshole in his stupid car who… Cut the red-light, Aleks would be fucking fine s-still.”
James took another swig, and he stood up, staggering forward. His footsteps were heavy, and he almost tripped over his own feet.
“Fuck everything. Fuck it a-all.” James slurred to nobody, and stood near the edge of the road.
Seamus watched him carefully, and flinched as James shouted at a passing car.
“Fuck you!”
The bottle flew through the air, and shattered on the road, narrowly missing the car. Glass fragments scattered along the street, and James swore.
“Fuck everything! Fuck everyone!”
He dropped to his knees on the side of the road, and hiccupped.
“It’s not fair, Seamus, it’s not f-fair!”
Seamus stumbled forward, and gently wrapped and arm around James’s shoulders.
“It’s not fair at all, Seamus. I l-love him, it’s not… It’s not fair!”
Seamus sat in silence, comforting an emotional and thoroughly drunk James.
He had to agree though, it wasn’t fair.
But then again, life’s not really fair.
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Trauma
FanfictionAleks is involved in a car-accident, and is left in in a condition that has everyone wondering if he's going to end up okay. James personally doesn't know what he's going to do if he isn't okay.
