Untitled Fic
Title: Curently Untitled
Summary: Keith is hurt, and it hurts John just as much to see him in pain.
Rating: PG13 for this, 17 for upcoming chapters. This part is EXTREMELY short but dark themes are going to be mentioned in upcoming chapters.
Time period: 1968-1969ish
I MAY NOT CONTINUE THIS, I WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU LIKE IT BEFORE I GO ON. IT WILL CONTAIN ANGST AND HURT/COMFORT.
Hospital rooms weren't a particular favorite of John Entwistle's. He supposed nobody was really fond of them. He himself tried to avoid them, but now he found himself sitting in a chair by a bedside.
In the bed, Keith lay gazing emptily towards the window, dried tearstains still on his cheeks. He had worn himself out sobbing uncontrollably an hour ago but he had yet to fall asleep.
He turned his gaze to John, who still sat quietly close to him. Keith let out a small pained sound, drawing the other man's attention.
"Hey, buddy. You should try to rest," John said softly. "You've had a tough day."
"Can't sleep," the drummer whispered, turning over in the uncomfortable bed. "John?"
"Yeah?"
"Are... are Roger and Pete still mad?" Keith had shown up late for an important rehearsal, and it hadn't settled well with the singer and guitarist. John had immediately noticed that something was wrong and intervened before a misunderstanding could blow into a revolution.
John bit his lip. "They were still pissed when we left... but they've calmed now. I think they're even a little worried about you now."
"You didn't tell them, did you?" Panic began to settle into Keith's voice.
"No. I said you were hurt and needed to go to the hospital. They don't know what happened," John assured.
Keith let out a sigh of relief and leaned back against the pillow. "Thanks," he mumbled.
"No problem. Now come on, try to sleep so you can go home tomorrow," the bassist urged.
Keith nodded slightly. He was beyond exhausted, something he rarely experienced. But the past few hours had been so eventful and emotionally painful... He closed his eyes as if it could shut out the daunting thoughts.
It seemed to take a treacherously long amount of time, but eventually Keith drifted into a fitful sleep, John sitting by his side.
Summary: Keith is hurt, and it hurts John just as much to see him in pain.
Rating: PG13 for this, 17 for upcoming chapters. This part is EXTREMELY short but dark themes are going to be mentioned in upcoming chapters.
Time period: 1968-1969ish
I MAY NOT CONTINUE THIS, I WANT TO KNOW HOW YOU LIKE IT BEFORE I GO ON. IT WILL CONTAIN ANGST AND HURT/COMFORT.
Hospital rooms weren't a particular favorite of John Entwistle's. He supposed nobody was really fond of them. He himself tried to avoid them, but now he found himself sitting in a chair by a bedside.
In the bed, Keith lay gazing emptily towards the window, dried tearstains still on his cheeks. He had worn himself out sobbing uncontrollably an hour ago but he had yet to fall asleep.
He turned his gaze to John, who still sat quietly close to him. Keith let out a small pained sound, drawing the other man's attention.
"Hey, buddy. You should try to rest," John said softly. "You've had a tough day."
"Can't sleep," the drummer whispered, turning over in the uncomfortable bed. "John?"
"Yeah?"
"Are... are Roger and Pete still mad?" Keith had shown up late for an important rehearsal, and it hadn't settled well with the singer and guitarist. John had immediately noticed that something was wrong and intervened before a misunderstanding could blow into a revolution.
John bit his lip. "They were still pissed when we left... but they've calmed now. I think they're even a little worried about you now."
"You didn't tell them, did you?" Panic began to settle into Keith's voice.
"No. I said you were hurt and needed to go to the hospital. They don't know what happened," John assured.
Keith let out a sigh of relief and leaned back against the pillow. "Thanks," he mumbled.
"No problem. Now come on, try to sleep so you can go home tomorrow," the bassist urged.
Keith nodded slightly. He was beyond exhausted, something he rarely experienced. But the past few hours had been so eventful and emotionally painful... He closed his eyes as if it could shut out the daunting thoughts.
It seemed to take a treacherously long amount of time, but eventually Keith drifted into a fitful sleep, John sitting by his side.