#blaxton

Blaine was in a frantic frenzy, desperate to get to their family home and see if it was true, see if what he'd seen about Braxton was true. He didn't know if their father would still be there but he didn't care either. He'd neglected his medication recently, and if his father tried anything, he knew we would lose it at him. 

"That asshole would fucking deserve it anyway."

He drove quicker than he'd ever driven before, down the thankfully quiet roads and reaching the house is record time. When he got there, he dove out of the car, locking it with the keys over his shoulder. Racing up the front path, he fumbled with his keys and threw the door open, seeing Braxton laying on the floor.

"Fuck, Braxy, no."

It didn't seem like anyone was home, but that wasn't his concern right now, his concern was getting his unconscious brother and love to the hospital. He dialled 911, almost screaming down the phone for an ambulance. He held his brother, rocking him while he waited for the ambulance to show.

"You just got outta the hospital, I don't want you to go there again."

When the paramedics arrived, they had to pull him from the arms of a reluctant and wailing Blaine, and he let himself be pulled along and into the back of the ambulance with Braxton, holding onto his hand tightly.