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((Yeah that works. You can start if you want.))Grey reached up and rested a hand on the nape of his neck, toying with the ends of his hair. He toyed with Holt's lip, teasing and nipping at at it playfully before he pulled away.
He moaned, unable to help it. He pulled him closer and started leaning over to pin him a bit. He was getting really into it, even licking his bottom lip.... Until his phone started ringing, spinning on the table with every vibration.
Grey's hands slid from Holt's neck down to his sides as they kissed. He let Holt pin him to the couch, easily giving up under his dominance. When his phone began to ring, Grey jumped and he pulled out of the kiss. "You should probably get that," he said breathlessly. He wants to keep kissing Holt but if it was his parents, he knew that he should just answer it and get it over with.
He couldn't help but sigh. He glared at it a bit, reaching over and he looked down. "My dad." He said, answering the phone and he put it to his ear. "Hello?" He asked, then paused. His eyebrows furrowed and he got off of his boyfriend, sitting up a little more. "What's going on?" He asked, his voice shaking a bit, his eyebrows knitting together a bit more... And as he listened, his hand gripped onto the couch a little more, "She..." He trialed off. "She's okay?" He asked, his voice shaking, his heart dropping and his skin paling.
Grey watched as Holt answered the phone and the les he heard from the other side and the more he heard coming from his boyfriend's lips, he grew increasingly more concerned. "Holt..." he whispered, his brow dropping in concern as he reached over and removed his grip from the couch to take his hand in his. It was obvious to Grey that something was wrong but he wasn't sure what to do without knowing so all he could thing to do was caress the back of his hand and try to just be there for him.
Holt's shoulders started to shake, "I'll be right over." He said, hanging up the phone and he looked down, gazing at the floor. "N-Nikki..." He said, his voice croaking out. His twin sister who he loved more than pretty much everything. She was his other half pretty much. "She... She got hit in the truck... It... The asshole was speeding... Knocked my truck on its side...."
Grey's eyes widened in surprise, a quiet "shit" slipping through his lips in his shock. He rested his head against Holt's and closed his eyes. "It'll be okay. She'll be okay," he whispered. It was the only thing he knew to do at the moment. Grey stood, grabbing his boyfriend's keys from the table and standing. "C'mon. Which hospital are they at? I'll drive," he promoted, still holding his hand. ((Just curious, how do you want his parents to find out? I had an idea unless you have a clear idea/way for how you want this to go.))
(( I don't have really any ideas. XD I just thought this might help move it along. ))He blinked, looking down at the ground. He nodded, starting to get himself up. "Yeah... Yeah..." He said, standing up slowly, having to steady himself right away. He pocketed his phone, his hands shaking. She couldn't die on him, she couldn't be that hurt... She had to be fine. She would be fine. They said that she was stable right now! "She'll be fine, Holt... She'll be fine..." He whispered, his voice cracking.
((Okay well, what if his parents found out while Nikki is is the hospital to kinda build on the drama and give us some stuff to sort through. Like maybe they leave the room or do something like kiss or something when everyone is out of the room and one of his parents see it or something like that.))Grey paused, dropping the keys on the couch and raised on hand to his boyfriend's cheek. "She'll be okay. She may be hurt but that's it. Nikki is gonna be alright," he assured him even though he didn't know himself. He was just trying to make his boyfriend feel better. Grey pushed on his tiptoes a bit, raising up to press a soft, quick kiss on his lips before dropping back down. "Let's go," he told him, leaning down to grab the keys once more. "Holt, which hospital are they at?" Grey asked again as he lead him upstairs to leave the house. He couldn't exactly drive them if he didn't know where they needed to go. "Mom, Dad! We're leaving. Holt's sister is in the hospital. I'm driving him," he called out, letting them know so they at least didn't worry about them.
(( Ohh. I like that idea. XP )) He shook as he looked up down at him. He nodded to him, kissing him back, but it was weak this time. Not because he didn't want to kiss him, but because of the worry. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He nodded and started going with him, using the railing to help him up it. He felt like he was going to throw up, and hearing Grey say that she was in the hospital was really hammering it into his head that this was real... She was really... really hurt... "The... The North one... The... Big brown one..."
((Alrighty then. Commence the cruelty whenever you see fit.))Grey went out to his car with him and unlocked the doors and opening the passenger side. "Here. Get in," he said, closing the door once he was settled in his seat. Grey jogged around to the other side and slid into the front seat. He quickly buckled and started the car. He didn't say much as he began to drive to the hospital. Thankfully they were at the hospital closer to his house, it was only a 10 minute drive. St every red light he hit, Grey became increasingly more anxious and angry at the slow drivers in front of him. When they finally arrived, Grey got out and ushered Holt into the hospital. Holt's parents were already there, sitting in two seats close to the reception desk. He took Holt over to him, careful even then not to hold his hand or do anything he normally would whenever they were alone. Grey sat down after watching Holt lower himself into a chair beside his parents.
(( Will do. ))Holt was silent the entire trip, his eyes cast to the phone that shook in his hand. He was reading through text messages that he had sent to Nikki, then her response to them. Most of them were asking one another to cover for them, funny jokes, or the two just talking about whatever when they were in classes.... He frowned deeply, putting the phone to his forehead, his hand gripping onto it.
When they got to the hospital he didn't need to be told twice to go. He rushed into the hospital with Grey in tow. He said nothing really at first until he saw that his parents were sitting with one another, his mother crying into his father's chest and his father looked pale, much like Holt. He sat down with them, "She's... in surgery?" He asked.
The father nodded, "Yes... They said that... she's doing better.... They're finishing up stitching apparently."
Grey gripped his hands in his lap as he watched Holt and his parents. His initial reaction was to reach out to Holt, to comfort him. But he couldn't. Grey didn't want to risk them seeing and even more drama going down in what was going to be a trying time. He bit his lip and looked away, feeling a bit awkward. Grey was really only there to be there for his boyfriend but he couldn't be with him the way he wanted to. Yes, he was sorry for the family as a whole but he still wished that his parents would have just accepted Holt as gay long ago so he didn't have to worry. Grey looked back at him, feeling a bit brave and wanting to remind him that he was there for him, and reached out, touching thigh and rubbing it soothingly for a moment.
Holt looked down at the ground and he dropped his face into his hands, his entire body pale, which was amazing since he was always outside and typically always pale, even in the winter. He sniffled, putting his hands into his hair, his eyes looking down at his boyfriend who was now stroking his thigh. He was happy and grateful for it, but he couldn't do anything more about it. He closed his eyes and his eyebrows furrowed. His heart was twisted in horrid pain. Nikki was his other half. She... She was so much to him.... "Nik..." He whispered out.
((I'm gonna move it along a bit since I don't know what else to make Grey do.))Grey moved his hand, settling it back in his lap and turning his attention to the tiles on the floor. His eyes trailed around, filling the scratch marks that had been made over the years by a myriad of things. After a while, he heard footsteps and looked up to see a doctor nor nurse walking towards them.
"Ma'am, sir, I'm Dr. Stile. I'm the one who oversaw the surgeries on you daughter to make sure everything went as it was supposed to. I'm happy to say that it did. Right now, your daughter is in the ICU and it's gonna be a little while yet before you can see her as she has not come out of the sedative yet. I do encourage you to go home and eat, get some rest so you are ready for when we can allow up to her room," the man said, crossing his hands behind himself.
Holt looked up suddenly when he heard a doctor come by and start talking to them. He blinked a few times and his lip quivered a bit. He sucked in a breath and he curled up a bit. She was alright... But he wasn't going to be able to see her. She was asleep, yes, but she was probably so scared. He needed to be in there with her. "Can I just go sit with her at least?" He asked, looking up at the doctor. "Just hold her hand and.... and just be there?" He asked the doctor suddenly. "I'm her twin brother. I... I need to see her." He said, standing up to talk to him. He was begging him pretty much. It was something that happened with twins. They had to be together when things got rough, especially when they were as close. Nikki and him had a very very strong connection.
The doctor shook his head. "I'm sorry but you can't. Not until she has woken up and we know that she is in stable condition. Which I was I suggest that you all go home and get some rest before coming back to see her," he replied, giving the most sympathetic look that he could. He continued to talk to them, explaining and reexplaining things. As he spoke, Grey couldn't stand seeing his boyfriend in such pain and not be able to do anything about it. He quietly stood from his seat, trying not to draw anyone's attention but he imagined he failed, and walked from the waiting room to outside the building. The doors sliding open and closed as he went. Grey just wanted to have the freedom to hold Holt and pay attention to him so he could try to soothe him as much as one could in such a situation. He moved out of site of the glass doors and ran his hands through his hair. He felt like there was nothing he could do. Nothing. Grey wanted to show his support for Holt in the way he knew to but because his parents had this awful disposition towards gay people, there was nothing he could do. They barely liked him as it was.
Holt looked at the doctor in a bit of shock that he wouldn't let him in, and his head dipped down. His father looked at his son, putting his hand on his back, "We're all worried about her. She's going to be alright..." He said. "I think the doctor is right, and we should head home, get some rest and to eat..." He said. His father, though, wouldn't have normally have left. He was doing this for his son. He didn't want the boy to be stuck here and worrying, he wanted him to be able to relax, to rest... He didn't want him too stressed out.
Holt looked over, shaking his head, "You two... you two can go... I'm gonna stay right here until they let me in." He said, pointing to the ground. "You two go... Um... Can you bring me back something when you come back?" He asked, looking at his dad.
His mother smiled softly, taking her son's hand. "Yeah, we can." She said. "We'll be back in a few hours...."
Grey chewed on his lip and dropped his hands to his sides. He just kind of stood there for a a good while before he heard the swish of sliding doors opening. He looked over and saw Holt's parents walking out, looking solemn as ever. Grey nodded at them and he knew where they were head, home. It was also strikingly obvious that Holt wasn't going with them. Grey took a deep breath and went back inside, sitting down beside his boyfriend. Quietly, without a word, he took his hand and laced their fingers. Sadly, he only did this because he was sure that his parents were gone. Grey leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his shoulder, ignoring the eyes that watched them. He didn't care. Those eyes had no impact on him, on his life. "I love you," he whispered.
Holt's eyebrows furrowed and he looked over at him. Tears finally fell and he crumbled, falling into his chest and he wrapped his free arm around him, letting out soft cries. "She has to be alright... She has to..." He said, trying to be strong, but just knowing his sister was in there... Scared and alone... It was ripping him apart.
Grey immediately scooted closer to him but was barred by the armrests of the chairs. He ran a hand through his hair as his other hand rested on his back, moving every so often. "She is. Nikki is okay. Right now she's peacefully sleeping and in a few hours will be awake and you'll be able to see her. But she's gotta rest first, so she can heal. I know the doctors will let us know when she wakes up so you can go say hi to her." Grey spoke softly to Holt, honestly sugaring it a bit more than he should but he wanted Holt to feel better. And if he was in such a distressed state when she woke up, he wasn't sure if they would let him up there.
Holt's head dipped to the side and his eyebrows furrowed. He listened to him, having to try to at least believe him. He had to do something or he was going to lose his mind. He was already losing it pretty much. He tilted his head up at him, sighing softly. He rested his head against him, putting one of his arms around him. "It hurts to be away from her..." He said, "They say that twin thing is made up but I really really don't believe that at all...." he said. There was just something about twins that made them want to stick with each other, and know one another so well. Scientists said it was false... But with how Nikki and him were, it was totally bull.
Grey took his hand from Holt's hair as he adjusted and replaced with a kiss on the crown of his head. "I know, I know. But you gotta settle down. I don't want them to not let you in. It's gonna be alright." He still spoke softly and returned his hand to his hair. Grey held him for a while longer before pulling back but taking his hand into his and stroking his thumb along his knuckles. If he could even do that when his parents were around, he'd be okay with that. But he knew he had to be careful because heaven knew when they were going to get back and he didn't want them to walk in to them kissing or hugging or really anything.
(( When do we wanna start the drama? Like Holt's parents finding out?))