Voice Of A Friend

~Syn~

I slowly walked in, my breaths heavy and uneven. There laid Zacky, still and peaceful. He was bruised and bloody,his face that of a sad, lost, innocent puppy. I cautiously leaned over the side of the bed, tracing a hand along his shoulder. As my fingers danced along his skin, his emerald green eyes opened. I saw how bloodshot they looked. He's been either losing sleep or he's been crying. A soft grin formed shaky against his pale, stained cheeks, the bruise at the left corner of his mouth keeping hidden. I waved a hello.

"H-Hey, Bri," his voice was rough, dry, and cracked. Had he been crying? Screaming? Struggling? All three?

Syn, your thinking the worst again. What had happened here?

"Shit. First thing he's said," Johnny muttered. He was cradled into a chair, his knees to his chest. He looked annoyed and annoyed. "You look horrible, Syn. If I didn't know any better I'd suspect you should be in the bed, not Zack."

"Haha, very funny," I scoffed. "You don't look too great yourself." Once he shrugged, I turned back to Zee. "You feeling okay, Zee?" I was leaning over the edge of the bed, glaring at his eyes. He nodded. I slowly began to examine Zee, my eyes running over each injury. Looking at his dry blood, deep bruises, and long cuts, I realized what Matt meant by brace yourself. The sight was sickening. I felt like crying. No. I felt like tucking sobbing. All I did was whimper softly into a cough, the stress leaving for only a moment. "Where have you fucking been?"

No response.

"Zacky, cmon.." Johnny tried but only got a death glare from Zee.

Zacky took a deep breath, looking up at me. I smelt liquor in his breath. I knew thrusting of alcohol was way too strong to be just me. "Drugs and a-alcohol..." His voice sounded horrible.. Part of me trusted that was it but the other part of me was almost certain there was more to it than that.

"No meeting your maker in peace, ya' hear me? Not yet at least." Yes, I quoted a song. It's an old habit of mine. Zack scoffed, rolling his eyes. I smiled. I became lost in the green eyes before me. The color radiated from him. I loved the look.

"Br-Bri..You're st-staring..." Zack muttered softly, not wanting the guys to hear. Too late. They were already chuckling, clearing their throats to hide it. I shot both Matt and Johnny a death glare.

"Brian, you're blushing!" Johnny teased. I knew I wasn't but when he said that I went red in anger. I flipped him off and mouthed "fuck you." Nothing a middle finger can't fix! "Fuck you, too, buddy."

The doctor walked in. Or maybe he was already there. I couldn't tell; all I know is he had to clear his throat to get out attention.

"Mr. Baker? You're awake? Good, good, good!" He sounded way too cheerful, his squeaky tone burning my ears. Fucking fake, I bet. "You've lost a lot of blood, you've been horribly bruised, and you have two fractures. Take it easy. No alcohol for about a week, so you're blood can become healthy again. You'll need someone to watch and take care of you for about two weeks," I felt eyes push into my head. Matt was glaring. "If you at e unable to get someone to provide s-"

I interrupted the doc, "I'll watch him. I don't have a job and I have plenty of room." Johnny snickered as I examined from one man to the next with my eyes. The doctor switched legs of support, obviously annoyed at me. I smirked, "Ehhhhh, what's up, Doc?" The boys chuckled, even Zacky. His turned to a dry cough.

~Zacky~

I wasn't even listening to the doctor. I had stopped after a few moments. Then I heard Syn saying something about watching over someone. Probably me. Well, more than likely. The doctor probably thought I absolutely needed it.

"The stars. Sir, your name?" The doctor asked.

"Brian." That's Syn alright. The doctor when on and I closed my eyes, listening to music in my head. Next thing I knew, I was finally getting unchained. Finally. Some real fucking clothes. I hate hospital s. Always have.

"Zeeeeeeee!" Brian called in a sign song voice. "Let's gooooo!" I smiled at him, my lip shaky. He helped to and in his car, leaning the passenger seat back. My back popped as he leaned me back, a long groan erupting in my throat. I had a large cut and deep bruises on my back... Long story.

I watched as Brian drove, finding it hard to move honestly. I had my head turned to face him, my mouth slightly open. It hurt to move. He would brush his hair to the side. His eyes would trail away from the road for a few seconds. He was an aggressive driver, I must say. He sped, cussed and yelled, and flipped people off. His three favorite things. Every time he slammed the breaks, he quickly put his hand on my chest to keep me in my seat. I let out a soft whimper each time and he'd look at me and mouth "sorry." This happened at least three times, his muscular hand gently yet sternly keeping me in place.

The drive was awkward as Hell. Silent as fuck until Brian switched on the radio. Guns N Roses, Metallica, Red Hot Chili Peppers, we even heard "Hail To The King," come on. He tapped his fingers on the steer and air guitared when he could. It made me laugh. It made him smile. It made things less awkward.

When we got there I saw my car. The memories of only yesterday (and this morning) made me feel sick at my stomach.

"Brian?" I called out to him. "You have a spare set of keys, rememeber? How come you didn't drive it back to my place?" I figured that's what would've happened. I can't imagine how he felt, looking at my car everyday while I'm stuck trembling, screaming...

My thoughts began to carry me away but I quickly snapped back.

He shrugged in response, the dim in his eyes looking sad. I stared at the chocolate brown pools, him surprisingly not noticing. When I was standing, more like leaning, I noticed him glare back at me. We both looked away quickly, chuckling and scratching our heads nervously. Brian guided me upstairs to a guest bedroom, his arm around my shoulders in a half hugging, half supporting way. I looked around as we went up. His house was surprisingly neat.

"Spare clothes in the drawer. I'll bring you some food up in a little bit. No alcohol, sorry, doctor's orders." I rolled my eyes, grabbing support on the dresser and began digging through the drawer. I felt eyes burning into me.

"Are you going to watch me drop naked or are you going to walk away?" I teased, chuckling. I looked up, Brian was laughing and smirking with his arms and legs crossed against the doorway. "Your choice," I said with a grin as I unbuttoned my bloody, white dress shirt. I heard a deep chuckle as I removed the garment.

"You look like a badass." Brian walked, technically strutted, towards me. He ran a thumb against a cut on my left chest. It made me shiver and he grinned as he continued to do so. "Toned with bruises and cuts. Anyone could get weak at the knees looking at you. Hell, maybe I am." He moved his hand to his shoulder, smiling that sinister smile of his as he looked down at me. I felt my cheeks go warm. He shoved his hands in his pocket, doing a pivot on his left heel and waving his right hand in the air as he walked out. "Be up in five minutes." I laughed under my breath. Man, he was a dumbass.

~Syn~

Looking at Zacky shirtless, goddamn. I forgot how toned he was. He didn't have a chiseled chest or anything but he had a flat stomach and semi-pecks.

I'm better.

All I made was a pot of ramen noodles. I don't normally cook. I brought two bowls up along with a stand. I figured I'd eat with him.

Zacky was in a white tank top and baggy pajama bottoms, his muscled arms that were normally hidden visible to me. He was sitting criss-cross on the bed when I walked in, flickering through a journal.

"What do you have there?" I asked, setting the tray in front of the bed. He looked up as the words left my mouth, smiling sneakily. He must not have noticed me walk in.

"Some songs." His voice was quiet. I shrugged, scooting a bowl to wards him.

"Eat up, handsome," I chuckled. He rolled his eyes. "Five star gourmet, right there!" I said as I took a large bite.

"Oo, will I get this often?" I laughed, nearly choking as I took a swing of Smart Water.

"Obviosly." I was smiling, sitting beside yet in front of Zacky, a leg tucked under me.

We talked about random things, avoiding the fact that he went missing. We listened to music, singing jokingly. I had asked if he wanted to play on a spare guitar and he was laughing. I forgot he was left-handed...

"Well, I have to just play you something then!" I chuckled, "Guess the song." I thought for a second. Hmm. I have to stump him. I'll take it easy first. I began to play "Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie. He took a moment and I laughed, the expression on his face like a deer in the headlights.

"Is it Rob Zombie..?" I shook my head. It was close.

"White Zombie," I said, emphasizing the white. He looked like he was about to kill me. I laughed more as he flipped me off. "Looks like k e I'm rubbing off on you!" He shook his head, smiling. We decided to watch some television after about seven songs. Within an hour, Zacky had fallen asleep. I carefully pulled the covers to the side and placed his head on the pillows, covering him gently.

Zacky looked peaceful. He looked strong. Not like he could kick your ass - which I'm sure he could - but like he'd seen a lot. I couldn't help but look at him. What was this feeling? Slowly I pressed my lips to his forehead. I locked up, looking control of myself as I did so. Flushing softly, I walked out quietly. Laying in my own bed made me feel empty. I had no one to...hold..

~Zacky~

I sat up as I heard the door closed. Did Syn just...kiss my head..?! I hadn't opened my eyes, as much as I wanted to. But I heard and felt the kiss. And it didn't feel awkward.

~Syn~

I couldn't sleep due to horrible insomnia. My mind traced back to Zacky. The way he shivered at my touch and how soft his skin was...

Syn snap out of it. You are not gay. For anyone.

Notes

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I realized the mistakes I made I started on this at three in the morning sorry..