"Ow!" Brendon jerked his leg away from the nurse's hold.

"You have to stop moving, so I can examine your ankle." Brendon crossed his arms and threw his body back on the pillows. "I know it hurts but it'll be over before you know it."

"Still hurts," he grumbled. He looked up at nurse Sarah giving her attention to his injuried foot. She had an amused smile on her face, not caring about his complaining.

"It looks like there could be a fracture, but we'll have to get some x-rays done to be sure. In the mean time, we'll get ahold of your parents and let them know what's going on." Brendon bit his lip nervously, his mother was gonna be so mad when she finds out he snuck of to the skate park and got hurt.

Sarah walked away before he could try to convince her to just bandage his foot and let him go home. He let out a sigh and leaned his head back on the bed.

"You think it's broken?" Brendon looked over at the bed beside him. There sat a boy about his age. If Brendon wasn't worried about his mother coming, he would've started flirting this his cute bed neighbor."How'd you do it?"

"What?" Brendon asked confused. The stranger nodded to his aching ankle. "Oh um.. tried to grind some rails and was a total fail."

"That's rough." Brendon nodded in agreement.

"What are you here for?" The boy raised his arm to show off his bandages.

"Was trying to cook and burned myself pretty bad." Brendon winced, imagining the pain.

"What were you cooking?"

"Speghetti," the boy said as me motioned to some red stains on his shirt. "Was an epic fail."

"If you have a scar, that'll be a fun story to share," Brendon smiled. The boy nodded with his own smile.

"Definitely won't be explaining that scar story," he answered with a laugh. Brendon bit his bottom lip for a moment.

"My name's Brendon. Brendon Urie" He didn't know why his face heated up, but he liked the small laugh the boy gave in response.

"Ryan Ross."

"Hi," Brendon said with a shy smile.

"Hi." Holy crap that smile was gonna kill him.

"Where do you go to school?" Brendon wanted to keep talking to this boy.

"Bishop Gorman High School." That explains why Brendon hasn't seen this angel before. "What about you?"

"Paolo Verde." Ryan nodded.

"I heard the people are assholes there." Brendon laughed at the comment.

"Yeah. Total class A shitheads who feed on any weakness you show," Brendon said with an eyeroll.

"Sounds like the people in my school. If you're at any all different, you're a freak and need to get your ass kicked." Brendon frowned as he watched Ryan chuckle to himself.

"Are you a freak?" Brendon's eyes widened. Why did his say that? That's not what he meant. "I mean like do they think you're a freak. I'm not trying to call you a freak cause I wouldn't know. I don't know you. Not that I wouldn't like to know you because you seem pretty cool so of course I'd want to get to know you. It would be nice to have a friend who doesn't think I'm a freak. Not that I'm saying you're a freak if you talk to me, it's just,"

"Brendon, calm down," Ryan laughs. "I don't consider myself a freak and I don't think you're a freak." Brendon took a deep breath and nodded with a smile.

"Okay," he laughed nervously. It was silent for a while. It wasn't an awkward silence though more... curious. Brendon would watch people walking by, doctors, nurses, patients. It was distracting, everything happening around him.

Brendon would peak over to Ryan's bed and catch the boy staring at home. Of course when he noticed he'd been caught, Ryan would turn away quickly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Brendon would feel a blush on his face.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Brendon asked after catching Ryan staring for the hundredth time. Ryan was the one blushing now. He looked down and fumbled with the bed blanket.

"Sorry, it's just that you're really cute," Ryan spoke shyly. Brendon looked down and tried to hide his smile.

"Y-you're cute t-too." Brendon frowned at himself for stuttering. Ryan didn't stutter so why did he? What an idiot.

"Could I maybe have your number?" Ryan braved himself to ask. "Maybe we could talk after we get out of here?" He chewed on his bottom lip nervously. He was never bold enough to do something like this before, but what were the chances that he would see Brendon again.

"Yeah," Brendon almost shouted out of excitement. He cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that," he said again in a calmer voice.

Ryan found a pen and went over to Brendon's bed. He grabbed his wrist and scribbled down his number on the other's arm. Brendon was surprised how soft his touch was. His fingertips were the only things rough from calluses.

Brendon kept his gaze Ryan, mesmerized by the hazel of his eyes. A fringe partly covered the boy's face and he wanted to push it away. Ryan's hand lingered on Brendon's arm long after he finished writing. He looked up at Brendon, both smiling at each other. Something locked their attention to each other, pulling them together. Brendon never felt a stronger want to kiss someone before in his life.

He almost worked up the courage to lean up to close the distance between them. That was until they heard frantic shouting coming from behind them.

"Ryan! Oh my god, my baby!" Ryan lef go of Brendon's wrist and spun around. He was quickly pulled into the arms of an older woman who Brendon guessed was his mother. She looked just like him aside from the river of tears falling down her face.

"Mom, please," Ryan groaned and tried to pull away from her.

"I was s-so scared. Why would you do that again? I thought.. I thought Dr. Stump was helping." Brendon frowned in confusion. Ryan glanced back at him for a second. He looked different, vulnerable and scared. It was like he was cut open with every part of himself open for Brendon to see.

"Mom, I'm fine," Ryan whispered. His mother pulled him into another spine crushing hug.

"If Miss Jackson hadn't found you when she did, I might've lost you." Ryan's mom fell into another fit of sobs. Brendon's eyes moved down to the bandages wrapping around Ryan's left arm.

He felt his face pale as the realization hit him. He turned away quickly, suddenly feeling like he was invading Ryan's privacy. He never even considered that. Ryan seemed happy enough in the short time they've talked to each other.

He didn't look back up at the mother and son. He ignored his name being called in a weak voice. Didn't pay attention to the foot steps walking away and a curtain being drawn.

"Alright, Brendon. We're gonna take you to go get x-rays now alright. We already called your parents and they're on their way." Brendon looked up at nurse Sarah. She was still smiling, not aware of what just happened.

He looked over to see a blue curtain, blocking the view of the boy next to him. Maybe Sarah did know. She might've helped Ryan before he got here.

"You alright?" He turned back to her for a second before looking down at the scribbled numbers on his arm.

"Do you know anything about Ryan?" He whispered just loud enough for her to hear. Sarah looked over to the curtain beside Brendon's bed. She gave a sad look before turning her attention back to Brendon.

"I can't share that information. I'm sorry." Brendon nodded in understanding. Sarah helped him into a wheelchair and took him down to get his x-rays done.

The process wasn't long and soon he was back in his bed where his anxious parents were waiting. He didn't pay attention when the doctor was talking about how his ankle was broken.

He kept his eyes on the now empty bed beside him. Ryan must've been discharged while he was gone. When they were putting a cast on him, he switched his gaze from the bed down to the numbers on his arm he had already taken the time to memorize.

He was back home before he knew it. He was pointlessly ground because it wasn't like he could walk much anyway. He laid in bed, occasionally getting up to struggle his way to the bathroom or find something to eat.

A couple days had passed before he got used to the cast. Showering was still a bitch though. He still spent most of his time laying in bed. He would stare at the message screen on his phone, willing himself to send something to his newest contact.

He constantly typed something and deleted it. Today, he managed to type a simple 'Hey' and send it before he could change his mind. His heart was ready to beat out of his chest. A while passed before he got something back.

Ryan: who's this?

Brendon: it's Brendon

Brendon: from the hospital

Ryan: didn't think I'd ever hear from you

Brendon: yeah sorry lots been going on

Ryan: sure it wasn't because you found out I tried to kill myself?

Brendon's fingers danced over the keyboard. He didn't know how to respond to that. How would anyone respond to that? He was kinda glad didn't have to when he got another message.

Ryan: look if you're here out of pity then just leave cause I don't need any more of that

Brendon: no it's not that I swear I just...

Brendon sighed. He wanted to talk to Ryan and not have it be awkward. He wanted that moment that they shared in the hospital again.

Ryan: Just what?

After another minute of thought, a grin spread over Brendon's face.

Brendon: I have a broken ankle and can't move by myself and I'm bored as fuck I need someone to keep me entertained

He chewed on his bottom lip, hoping this approach just won him a friend. His nerves were buzzing wildly in his body as time passed by. He wasn't even sure Ryan would text him back at this point.

He stared at his homescreen, waiting for some notification. A new burst of energy hit him when his phone dinged with a new text message. Butterflies erupted in his stomach when he saw it was from Ryan.

Ryan: Send me your address I'll be right over