“He’s okay.” Chase nods.
“Fuck!” He grumbles. “I thought—” inhaling a sharp breath, a sob escapes him. “Ithought I was about to lose my brother.”
Chase grabs hold of Evan’s jersey, drags him to his feet and pulls him against his chest, wrapping his arms around him. And somehow, this makes Evan sob more as he wraps his arms around Chase and cries into his shoulder.
“Kingston?” Evan sniffles, lifting his head.
“Hmm?”
Pulling away, he wipes his tears with the back of his hand. “You actually give really good hugs.”
Chase snorts, shaking his head. “You okay now?”
“Uh-huh,” he nods. “Just worried.”
“He’ll be okay.” Chase gives a slight tilt to his lips.
“My parents are on their way, we only live an hour from here, so they should be here soon.” He sighs, slumping into the rigid plastic chairs.
Chase nods. “We’ll leave once they arrive.”
“Thank you for bringing him here, and staying.” Evan smiles.
“I’ll do anything for the team.” Chase confesses, and I know he’s telling the truth.
“Oh, and Kingston?”
“Yes?”
“I’m so totally telling everyone you hugged me,” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “That whole‘don’t fuck with me’look you have going on? It really deceives you. You’re actually a teddy bear at heart, aren’t you?”
“The most lovable teddy bear.” I chime in, rubbing my hand over Chase’s beard.
“Fuck off, Montgomery.” He hisses, shoving my hand away.
***
Half hour later, there’s still no update. Both Chase and Evan have been up to the receptiondesk countless of times, and I’m sure the girl behind there is getting annoyed with them because not even a minute ago when Evan went up there, she very kindly told him to stop bothering her, and that the doctor will be out shortly with an update.
“I’m going to grab a bottle of water,” I announce, standing. “Does anyone want anything?”
“Negative.” Chase shakes his head.
“I don’t think I can drink—even if it’s water.” Evan slumps further into his chair.
Nodding, I turn and spot a row of vending machines in the far corner. Walking over, I grumble when I notice half of them are out of order, and the other half only sells chocolate or candy.
Turning, I make my way toward the reception desk. “Excuse me.” I say, trying to gain her attention.
Sighing, she stops typing on her computer and looks up at me. “I already told your friend that the doctor will be out soon.”
“Oh…I uh, I just wanted to know if there were any more vending machines around,” awkwardly scratching the nape of my neck, I point toward the row of machines. “Most of them are out of order, and I just wanted to grab some waters.”
“If you walk out those double doors over there,” pointing behind me, I turn to look. “And turn left, right, and then left again…there’s a row of vending machines there.”
“Okay, thank you.” Smiling at her, I turn around and walk through the double doors.
Left, right, left…I repeat this like a mantra as I go in the direction she told me, and when I take the final left, I grin as I spot the row of vending machines at the end of the corridor.
