Pairing: Ryan/Brendon, Jon/Spencer
POV: 1st (Ryan's)
Summary: An accident lands Ryan in the hospital. He meets Jon, who tells him of a mysterious patient on their floor. There's something not quite right about him, but then again, there's something not quite right about Ryan as well.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Panic at the Disco. This is all just a by-product of an overactive imagination.
Author Notes: This is a completed story and will be updated every other day. Thanks to my beta pinkkchocolate, I couldn't have done it without you. Additional A/N at the end.
So this sucks. Like, a lot.
How many times had I told Spencer that I will not, under absolutely any circumstances, ride his skateboard, no matter how much fun he claims it is? And then the one time I give in, because it was the first day of summer break, and according to Spencer, I need to “live a little”, I fucking fall and break my leg.
Because I’m not enough of a freak already, I have to go and shatter my leg so badly that a normal cast isn’t going to cut it. Nope, they had to actually do surgery and put a pin in. What the hell?
And then now, as luck would have it (because I’ve so had the best luck so far in my life), my doctor is telling me that they discovered an infection when they opened me up again to figure out why my leg wasn’t healing, so I have to stay in the hospital for a couple of weeks. Again, what the hell?
This is not how I planned to spend my summer break. I planned on doing nothing at all but going to work and reading my books. Spencer had laughed at this plan when I told him, seeing as that’s all I do during the school year anyway. But see, I don’t have to go to class in the summer. I get to choose books that I like, not those that my professors see fit. I get to spend time away from the however many thousand people that I go to college with. I get to hide from the rude stares and uncomfortable looks on people’s faces when they see me.
That was the plan.
Bright side? At least here, people won’t treat me any differently. The nurses, doctors, and other patients are used to people like me; they don’t even bat a lash at the sight of me. As far as they know, I’m just another patient with something that needs to be fixed.
“Hey, dude!” Spencer exclaims as he comes into my hospital room and ruffles my hair. I’d been lying on my bed, bored of the mindless shit that’s on TV in the afternoon. I’ve already been here for a couple of days since I was supposed to have surgery.
The thing about Spencer is that he’s my best friend. Heck, he’s my only friend. Everyone else ditched me in middle school, but he stuck around. Children are cruel, teenagers are worse. But not Spencer. When my parents and I had found out that I would recover, Spencer was just as happy as we were. He didn’t care all too much that I didn’t come out all in one piece.
Then, in high school, he didn’t seem to mind being associated with me. Our table was always just me and him, though he had his own friends. They just steered clear of me. That was when I got envious of him. I’d feel bad because Spencer stuck with me, and I had to go and be mad at him for being normal when I couldn’t. He had friends aside from me and once even a girlfriend.
She had seemed nice, had seemed to at the very least tolerate me. That was until Spencer caught her with another guy at a party. One of his friends had called him from the party with the news, and he’d dragged me there, even when he very well knew that I just don’t do parties. But he needed me so I was willing to put myself in the line of fire for him and expose myself to the whole party full of people. The two of us had burst through a door to find her half-naked, and soon, the other guy had rushed out of there, head bowed as he walked past to avoid looking at me. Out of anger, Spencer called her a slut. She shot back with the F word. Not that one. The one that makes Spencer downright livid at the mere utterance of it. “He is not a freak!” Spencer had yelled, tugging my arm and dragging me out with him. He was furious, but I was just too used to it to give a fuck.
We stuck together even with choosing colleges. Frankly, the both of us just wanted to get away from the people who knew us. We’d hoped that people in college were a bit more enlightened. I guess they are. I don’t hear the F word so much anymore, but I still get the stares. People are still uncomfortable when they are forced to interact with me. I was fortunate enough to get my job though. I could just hide out in the stock room of the bookstore most of the time; the managers were sympathetic and only asked me onto the floor if we were short-staffed. Minimal interaction with customers, plus a discount on books. I couldn’t have asked for a better part-time job.
“Hellooo!” Spencer says as he waves a hand in front of my face. “Welcome back to Earth, Ryan. Where’d you go?” he asks with a smile.
“Just thinking,” I mutter.
“Yeah? About what?” he inquires as he plays with the sheet on my bed.
I smile. “About what a shitty friend you are for getting me into this mess.”
He hits me on the arm. “Hey, now! It’s not like I pushed you off or something. I can’t help that you have no coordination whatsoever.”
“Whatever,” I mumble as I roll my eyes.
Spencer then holds out his hand. “I believe you have something for me?”
My eyes widen, and I smile as I hurriedly reach over to the bedside table and grab the piece of paper that I thrust into his hand. His eyes scan it, until he looks up disbelievingly. “Jesus, Ryan.”
“The first group, you can get from my bookshelf at home. The second group, Mr. Harrison has on hold for me at work. He deducts the cost from my pay so all you have to do is ask him for my order, and he’ll give it to you. The third group, just get those at the library,” I order. As an afterthought, I add, “Please, and thank you.”
He’s still staring at the list of books when he says, “You do know that you’re only here for a couple of weeks, right? Are you really planning on spending the whole time reading?”
I give him a look. “Duh, what else do you expect me to do?”
“Uh, you could explore. You’ve got your crutches, don’t you? When you’re not hooked up to that I.V., you should definitely venture out of your room. Maybe even make some friends.” Spencer’s always tried to get me to make friends, but he’s the only friend I need. I don’t think he fully realizes that people don’t want to be friends with me.
“Why would I make friends here? It’s a hospital, Spencer. No one’s here to make friends.”
Spencer sighs. “Ryan, just promise me you’ll walk around a bit.” I make a face at him as I glance down pointedly at my cast. He laughs. “Okay, hobble around a bit. And at least entertain the idea that you could make a friend or two. You’re a cool guy, Ry. Other people will see that, too.”
Since I don’t have my books (because, duh, Spencer’s bringing them tomorrow), I’m still lying on my bed watching more mindless TV after he leaves. That is, until there’s a knock on my open door.
My head turns toward the sound, and instead of finding a doctor or a nurse (it wouldn’t be Spencer because he would never knock), I find a smiling man with a beard in a wheelchair at the threshold.
“Hi!” he exclaims brightly from the door, smiling sweetly at me. He is looking at my face, and for once, a stranger doesn’t flinch or look away.
“Uh, hi,” I respond uncertainly.
“The name’s Jon, what’s yours?” It’s really hard to believe that his smile is anything but genuine. He starts to fiddle with his chair as he waits for my answer.
I smile. Usually, I don’t smile at people I don’t know because it tends to just make things worse, but with this Jon guy, I kind of can’t help it. “Ryan.”
“So,” Jon says, “I was just wheeling myself around the floor because I’m bored out of my mind. I was over at the nurses’ station, talking to a bunch of my favorite people, and this guy signing himself out told me I should peek in here. I think his name is Spencer.”
I roll my eyes. Of course, it is.
“So can I come in?” he asks, the smile still there.
I decide that I’ll at least try to indulge Spencer. And this guy actually seems to be nice. “Sure,” I find myself saying.
“Thanks,” he says as he wheels himself in to where I’m sitting up on my bed. “So what are you in here for, Ryan?”
I go into the story of breaking my leg, and the doctors finding an infection since it wasn’t healing properly. He nods, actually seeming interested in what I have to say. And he looks at me the whole time I’m talking. Only Spencer does that.
“That sucks,” he says when I finally finish. I nod because I definitely agree.
“What are you in for?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Surgery. I was in a car accident a couple of years ago, lost the use of my legs. It’s just a procedure so that I’ll be more comfortable.”
I frown. “Oh.” Jon just shrugs again.
His eyes then flick to the TV. “Ooh! You’re watching People’s Court? This show is so bad that it’s good.”
I can’t help laughing at his excitement and the truth in his statement. He glances back at me and starts laughing too.
It’s been hours, and since then, a nurse had found Jon and told him to go back to his room since his doctor was ready to check on him. Soon after, though, Jon was back to continue our conversation. We had found out a lot about each other. I know it’s early, and I know it’s been a while since I’ve actually made a friend, but I think we’re getting there.
The nurse had been nice enough to let him eat his dinner with me, so as I pick at my food, Jon squints at me. “What?” I ask finally.
He smirks, then says, “You’re gay, aren’t you?”
This just amuses me. For a second, I thought he was going to ask me about my face. “Ha! How’d you know?”
Jon just shrugs. “Takes one to know one, I guess.”
I get uncomfortable. Is that why he’s here? I’m gay and fucked up, and he’s gay and, well, not fucked up exactly. I mean, he looks normal, he’s just in a wheelchair. He’s not a freak the way I’m a freak. It is oh-so-incredibly un-PC to make fun of someone in a wheelchair.
Jon seems to sense what I’m thinking, at least a little bit anyway. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hit on you.” I relax and can’t help the sigh that escapes my lips. “Besides,” he continues as he cuts into his meatloaf, “I’ve kind of got a crush on your friend, anyway.”
I almost spit out the carrots that are in my mouth. I was not expecting that. “Spencer? He’s not gay,” I finally croak out after I swallow.
He smirks again. “Oh, please. He was definitely flirting with me at the nurses’ station. It doesn’t take fifteen minutes to sign your self out.”
“He talked to you for fifteen minutes?” Could my best friend really be gay? I mean, he hasn’t had a girlfriend since that one in high school, but that could’ve been because of me.
“Flirted. And you know, I can be a real charmer. I got you out of your grumpfest, now didn’t I?”
I laugh. “Yeah, I guess.”
Jon’s eyes widen. “Oh! I forgot to tell you. Some juicy gossip from Ms. Sherry.”
He rolls his eyes. “That really pretty girl with the blonde hair a few doors down from you?” I nod, vaguely knowing who he’s talking about. Jon seems to be friends with everyone in this place. “Anyway,” he continues, “apparently, someone was just admitted this morning.”
“Uh huh,” I say, waiting for the exciting part.
“Well,” he says, “she told me that no one knows what he looks like. He just lies on his side with his back to the door. He hasn’t moved at all since.”
I’m highly unimpressed so I shrug. “He’s probably paralyzed or something. This is a hospital.”
“Maybe,” Jon says, obviously not really believing it.
I'm back, bitches!
Welcome to my new fic, I hope you like it. I've been pretty vague about this one and I still am. The summary for this was very difficult to come up with because there's a lot that won't be explained until about the third chapter. Any guesses are welcome, but please forgive me if I don't answer.
Also, I'm going to take this opportunity to say that this is not an original idea. I got the premise from a Lurlene McDaniel book I read years and years ago (if you know it, please keep it to yourself). I put my own spin on it though, and the words are all mine.
My philosophy about getting the medical terminology and procedures down is that if they can fudge a few facts on House and Grey's Anatomy, well, I can do it too. I did do some research (which included watching youtube videos of people getting their surgical pins removed), but I'm not a doctor so I'm just asking you guys to roll with me.
Now, that being said, I'm really excited to be posting this since I've been working on it for roughly 6 months, off and on. It's about damn time this saw the light of day.