Shortly after the nurse left Rose in her room, Rose lay down to take a nap. Brian arrived soon after she had already fallen asleep, and so he sat and watched her sleep. Nina came by and, seeing that Rose was asleep, sat and talked with Brian for a while.
Rose awoke, two hours later, screaming from a fresh nightmare and as Nina quickly put her arms around her daughter to calm her, there was a knock on the door and they all looked up. Rose shrieked and scrambled out of bed, backing herself into the corner and sinking to the floor, crying and shaking. Nina hurried to her side, crying as well. Brian, however, stood up and headed for the door.
"You son of bitch," he growled. "Get the hell out of here."
"I just wanted to see-"
"Drop the act, asshole!"
Ray smirked. "It's fun to see her scared."
This was the last straw from Brian. Not even thinking of the fact that he was in a hospital, he tackled Ray, sending them both out the door and on the hallway floor.
Brian landed most of the punches, though Ray got a couple in before Security appeared, pulling Brian off of Ray and helping Ray to his feet. Ray definitely came out worse, even though Brian's nose was bleeding.
"You bastard!" Brian shouted, holding his hand to his nose in a vain attempt to staunch the bleeding. "You fucking did this to her, you put her in the god damned hospital!"
"Are you alright, sir?" one of the men asked Ray. He nodded.
"It's all just a big misunderstanding," he murmured, glaring at Brian. The two guards walked away.
"Like hell it is," Brian said angrily. "Get the hell out, you have no right to be here."
"I am leaving. And you can tell little Rosie that Charlotte and I are moving."
"What, you've reduced my wife to the mess she is now, and now you're just gonna move on?"
"Something like that."
"Bastard." Brian started to go back into Rose's room, but changed his mind and stalked down the hall towards the elevator, avoiding a nurse who tried to help him with his nose bleed.
Out in the parking lot, Brian yanked his cell phone from its holder on his belt and punched in a number, checking to see if his nose had stopped bleeding.
"Hello."
"Hey, Nick."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Just wanted to know if you wanted to meet me for dinner."
"Is everything alright? Is Rose okay?"
"I just... wanted to talk."
"Yeah, sure, man. I've got one more class, so is six okay?"
"Yeah. The place on eighth."
"Alright. See you at six."
Brian flipped shut his phone and got into his car, headed for home.
When he got there, he took a long shower and then stood in front of the freshly repaired mirror and looked at his face. No residual effects of the fight, just a light bruise on his left temple. His nose wasn't even swollen.
He left the bathroom and dressed in the bedroom. Black pants, blue shirt. He combed through his still damp hair and put on his shoes, then headed downstairs. He wondered if he should change his bandage. He wondered if he could change his bandage.
Brian headed into the downstairs bathroom and got out a large, square, guaze bandage. Well, it'd be easier than trying to rewrap it, he thought.
After he'd cleaned and rebandaged the wound, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. He left his cell phone sitting upstairs on the dresser.
He arrived at the restaurant at five to six and got himself a table, then sat and waited for Nick. He could tell some girls were checking him out, and even though he knew he shouldn't like it, and wouldn't normally pay attention to it, he did. He smiled slightly and gave his drink order to the waiter, then watched as he headed for the bar to fill it. Brian didn't normally drink, either, but the day had been ultra shitty and he felt he was entitled.
Nick arrived a few minutes later and sat across from Brian.
"Hey, man, how's it goin'?"
"Not so bad right now," Brian answered, eyeing a leggy blonde at the bar. Nick followed his gaze and grinned slightly.
"She's cute, Bri, but is she really your type?"
"And what's my type?"
"Short, petite, black hair, green eyes, goes by the name of Rose..."
Brian gave Nick a calculating look and took a sip of his drink.
"You're in a mood," Nick said.
"What kind of mood?" Brian asked, stirring his drink.
"The 'I'm gonna get drunk off my ass and cheat on my wife' mood."
"Yeah. Like that would happen."
"Whatever. I'm watching you."
Brian laughed.
"So, how is Rose?" Nick asked after he'd ordered his own drink, a very tame water.
"How would you expect someone in the psych ward of a hospital to be?"
Nick chose wisely not to answer and Brian sighed.
"Today wasn't a good day. For either of us. She had... an episode, Ray showed up, we fought... I left. Today was just... bullshit."
"I'm sorry, man. I know it's hard."
"Yeah. But I don't wanna talk about any of that tonight."
Nick nodded. "Sure."
The hours flew by. They ate dinner and talked, and Brian drank. By 9:00, he was pretty well hammered, and Nick decided it was time to go.
"C'mon, buddy, you've had enough, it's time to go. C'mon, get up."
Brian staggered to his feet and Nick grabbed his arm to hold him steady. With his free hand, Nick reached in Brian's pocket and pulled out his keys before he knew what happened.
"Why'd... why'd you take my... my keys," Brian stuttered, his words slurred.
"Because you can't drive."
Brian let out a strange sort of giggle. "I can too drive, I gotta... a, um, a..."
"You have a license, I know. C'mon."
Nick led Brian out to Brian's own car, unlocked the doors, and dumped Brian onto the backseat, then got in the driver's seat, started the car, and headed for Brian's house.
When he pulled up in the driveway, he shut the car off, got out, and opened the back door, hauling Brian out of the back seat.
They reached the front door and Nick unlocked it, fumbling on the wall for a lightswitch. The foyer light came on, and was enough for Nick to switch on a livingroom lamp and get Brian up the stairs.
Once they were in the bedroom, Nick tossed Brian's keys on the dresser and dumped Brian unceremoniously on the bed.
"You gotta puke?" Nick asked. Brian giggled again and Nick rolled his eyes.
"I'll take that as a no."
Nick kneeled down and yanked off Brian's shoes, then pulled off his pants.
"At least you're wearing boxers," Nick muttered. He stood and unbuttoned Brian's shirt and, with a bit of struggling, got the shirt off. Brian was asleep now, dead to the world, and Nick positioned him so that his legs weren't hanging off the bed, then went into the bathroom and took out four aspirin, placing them on the bathroom counter beside a full glass of water.
Nick walked back into the bedroom and sighed, looking at Brian's sleeping figure.
"Sweet dreams," he muttered, then flipped off the light and went downstairs to call a cab.
Nick's biggest mistake was not locking the front door when he left.
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