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Light flashed in front of me and I scrunched my face. My eyes were seeing red.

Blinking a few times, I opened my eyes, leaning back up to get blood running through my neck. It was numb damnit.

Once I could feel my neck again, I registered where I was. A few noises of cups and cutleries woke me up faster and I turned to my left, somehow really surprised to find Max sitting with his legs crossed ands phone in hand.

I was at the cafe.

"Glad you finally took your time to wake up."

I continued to stare at him. It takes times to wake up after a nap. Wait, does that mean, I've been sleeping on Max Winters's shoulder?!

"Wh... what? What are we doing?" My mouth was sore, as if I'd been sleeping for hours. I turned to look through the window and started to sweat when the sky was indeed dark and the night lights of the town was on. I reached for the glass of water.

"You fell asleep on me Baker and sleep you did." He gave me a glance before slowly standing up. I had to hold in my laugh. He looked like an old man with frail legs. "You sleep like a stone, you know. And now, look, my legs are dead."

I wanted to object, tell him that he could've just stood up, dropping my head but decided against it. I wasn't in the mood to fight.

I cast my attention to the table, the books open as they were with the guitar laying on top. "How long did you play for?"

"For a few minutes."

"How long was I asleep for?"

"Almost an hour, I think."

I cursed, jumping up to get my bag. Max watched amused at me, walking around to my side as I packed everything, not caring to zip up properly. I knew I should've been careful, because the next thing I know, I was falling from a trip of the carpet, again. And again, to my despair, Max caught me.

I ignored how my heart literally stopped at the sudden action. I ignored how my throat went dry all of a sudden when Max whispered near my ear, "you really have to stop falling for me."

There was no way that sent a shiver down my spine. There was no way I visibly gulped in excitement. There was no fucking way I wanted more than his lips near my ear.

I pulled away when I heard a throat clear.

"What the fuck are you muttering about Winters? Stay the fuck away from me."

I didn't turn around to see who was behind and made my way out the cafe.

I was going crazy.

My mind was going to fucking blow.

Rushing into my car, I locked all the doors and just sat on the drivers seat, head in my hands. I was going shit crazy.

"Alright Alan, let's calm down. Don't go irrationally thinking things and take deep breaths. Alright, in." Deep breath in. "And out." Deep breath out. "You're not being weird. You're not going crazy. You're definitely not going to freak out just because you got turned on because Max fucking stupid asshole Winters whispered in your fucking ear."

It worked. A little.

How was one supposed to figure out why they'd gotten a hard on when someone whispered 'you really have to stop falling for me' in a really sexy voice.

Wait, what?

Sexy voice?!

No way. No. Never.

I was going crazy.

I would've continued to freak out if it wasn't for my phone to start blasting who let the dogs out in my pocket. It was mum.

"He-"

"Alan Davis Baker! Where the hell have you been and why the hell haven't you been answering my calls?!"

I took the phone away from my ear before I went deaf. "What the heck mum? Why the hell are you-"

"Don't you dare talk! Let me do the talking! I want you here right this second and in one piece! I don't want any kind of explanation about where you've been or what you've been doing! Here! Now!"

I rolled my eyes, a little worried none the less. "Alright, alright. Stop freaking. I'm coming home."

"Not home, you idiot." I gaped, sitting up in my car. Something happened to my mum. "The hospital. Stratford Emergency Ward. Don't freak out. Don't do anything rash while driving. No one's hurt. Everyone's fine."

I was staring my car in an instant. "What the hell are you saying mum? What the hell happened?"

"Be a good son and stop calling hell for me. I won't tolerate it. No one got in an accident honey but I want you here. It's important."

I was confused to say the least but I didn't ask more question as mum cut the call and I drove fast to the hospital. I was wide awake now and the thoughts of Max vanished into thin air.

Finding parking at the large hospital was hard, but once I did, I rushed in, dialing mum again. I found them in the general wards as promised and got another shocker in my life when I saw grandma May laying down on the beds.

"What happened? Grandma May?"

Mum pulled me from crashing into her. I clutched onto mum, hugging tightly as I watched the body. Tears spilled in my eyes, flowing down like rain.

"No. Grandma May... n-no... you can't go..."

She looked so fragile and broken. Her cheeks were sucked in and she looked more skinny all of a sudden.

"I'm not dead yet Davis."

I looked up at the voice, my crying pausing for a second. Grandma May moved slowly, sitting up with the help of Katie.

"But thank you though. Now I know how you'd react if I do so."

I pulled away from mum, almost pushing her into a chair. "Grandma May! What the hell?! Why would you do something like this?! Do you think this's funny?! Do you know how scared I was?!"

"Alan, stop shouting."

I ignored mum. "I honestly thought something bad happened and for a second, I literally felt like everything just stopped!"

"Alan, we're in a hospital! Stop shouting. Get yourself together. I never told you that grandma May died. I actually remember telling you that no one got into an accident."

I glared at her but mum only gave me a stern look before tugging my away from the bed.

"Listen Alan, grandma's in hospital because things kind of got out of hand. The doctors say that they can't do anything about it because of mum's age and her fragile inner body."

I frowned at the news. "What do you mean mum? What's wrong with grandma May?"

Mum rubbed her forehead tiredly, not looking at me. "Mum has a stone in her brain for a while now. We didn't know and she didn't think that her headaches would be bad..."

Mum's words rang in my ears, repeating the same thing again and again. I barely caught on the rest.

"When she found out, it was about a year and a half old. The doctors have been prescribing her with medicine and it started to grow and they said she needed to do a surgery or things might get worse. That's why she came here but after checking up with a few different doctors, they're all saying the same thing. 

"She's too old and fragile to go through the surgery. The chances of surviving a surgery itself is twenty-two percent and it doesn't last long after. She's only been getting headaches and nauseous. The doctors say that... that..."

A tear slipped from mum's eyes and I watched her break down. I felt the water working again and pulled her tiny frame against me, holding tight.

Mum cringed onto me, crying continuous saying that she didn't know what to do.

"I-I thought, w-we'd get, get it, f-fixed somehow. She didn't s-seem to, to, worry m-much either... she's s-so strong." She took big sniff. I didn't dare to let out a sound. "It h-hurts Alan... it hurt's s-so, so, much..."

We cried together for a long time. I swayed her when I made myself numb and was relieved when dad found us. He took mum into him and rubbed my head in grief, giving me a hug too. I didn't break down again.

Instead, I found myself in the common bathroom, washing my face a few times to get rid of the redness. Once I was calm and I looked okay for someone who's just heard a tragedy, I made my way out, returning to the bed, watching Katie speak quietly with grandma May.

She saw me and gave me her spot and I gladly took it, taking the broken hand in mine.

"So I'm guessing they told you." I nod, not looking up at her. I continued to stare at the sheets she was covered in. "Look at me Alan. I love you."

A tear slipped without my permission when I made eye contact with her's. I angrily wiped it away with the back of my free hand and glared at her. "You didn't tell me. You've had it for almost two years and you didn't tell me." She didn't answer. "Did you know the average amount of years of a person who get's it? Five. Fucking five year grandma. Fucking two years are gone and-"

"Don't you dare swear at me."

I ignored her as more tears made their way out. I guess all my stress helped with the grief. I was loosing my precious friend before death even met her.

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So... how's it? Is it heart touching?

I almost cried, lol...