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David's POV:

I sat on the chair next to the big glass wall while he was at the other side. His head was down, he refused to look at me but I didn't miss the mischievous smirk on his face.

'Why did you do it. He's your fucking Nephew', i asked him trying to control my anger. He chuckled darkly.

'No family of mine is a faggot. He's a slut and a mistake'.

'So this is what its all about. That's can be all because Daniel is afraid. What did you do to him'. He didn't say anything. He just smiled, an evil smile.

'Why don't you ask him except he's a pussy', he laughed. I clenched my fists and left before I did something I would regret. Cleary his on some hard coke.

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Two weeks, no sign of getting better or worst. He's been in coma for two fucking weeks. i was on the edge, I didn't leave his side. I would always talk to him praying he would here me.

'Fuck off', I shouted irritatibly at my mom.

'Son you need to go take a bathe right now'.

'No', I said stubbornly.

'David you will go right now, take a shower, eat and sleep for some hours or your grounded'. I scowled at her but she gave me a glare that I know too well.

'Fine', I huffed and did it anyway.

I wasn't awake neither was i sleep but I'm sure I felt Daniel's hand squeeze mine. I looked at him to see tossing and turning mumblimg pleas.

'No..no...please', he begged. I tried to wake to him up but he kept mubling non existent words. The heart monitor started beeping loudly and i pressed the emergency button which made doctors and nurses come in almost immediately. After a while he woke up and looked around. I pushed everyone out of my way and sat near him.

'Daniel', I said cupping his face.

'David', he said amusingly then giggled, 'I love you'. I didn't know if he meant it or he was dreaming but before I could answer his eyes rolled to the back and his body started shaking. Fear passed through me as I looked at the doctor and nurses trying to revive him.

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