The Son of Rage and Love, the Jesus of Suburbia

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The nurse tilted her head slightly “Well, are you a relative? Because we’re only allowed to speak to relatives or romantic partners” She explained. 

Charlie paused for a second, staring at the nurse, before chugging into life. “Alright, we’ve got a romantic partner here,” —she leaned over to gently tap Alex’s shoulder— “Alex, wake up, the nurse might have info on Tom.”

Alex jumped up, his hyper-vigilance kicking in. “What? Is he ok? What’s happened?”. He stared at the nurse expectantly. She paused and then spoke up. “Are you Thomas’ romantic partner?”. When Alex said he was, she nodded. “Well, Thomas is doing well, he’s not yet concious but he is stable”  

She didn’t know what she’d been expecting when she called the nurse; spectacular developments, especially this early on, were few and far between. But stability was a start, and you always had to start somewhere.

Her expression was held between a grimace and a grin as she continued speaking, “—When can, um, all of us visit?”

The nurse thought briefly. “Well, I can take you to see him now, if you’d like” she said. Alex’s eyes widened. “Hell yeah” He said enthusiastically 

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Jimmy nodded, leaning his head against Charlie’s as they waited next to Alex, who slept on, oblivious to the noise and worry around him. 

Charlie continued to watch the doctors and nurses breeze past in silence, eyes flickering between each unfamiliar face. Then, without warning, as a nurse strode past her, she raised one hand and spoke. “Er, ‘scuse me!”

The young nurse approached them, clutching a clipboard to his chest like it was a safety blanket. He offered them a smile, and a surprisingly pleasant one for someone who was working the night shift.

“Can you give us any information on Tom Lydon?” she wanted to know. Despite the other’s cheerfulness, she still held her expression of slight distaste, all politeness completely lost on her.

The nurse tilted her head slightly “Well, are you a relative? Because we’re only allowed to speak to relatives or romantic partners” She explained. 

Charlie paused for a second, staring at the nurse, before chugging into life. “Alright, we’ve got a romantic partner here,” —she leaned over to gently tap Alex’s shoulder— “Alex, wake up, the nurse might have info on Tom.”

Alex jumped up, his hyper vigilance kicking in. “What? Is he ok? What’s happened?”. He stared at the nurse expectantly. She paused and then spoke up. “Are you Thomas’ romantic partner?”. When Alex said he was, she nodded. “Well, Thomas is doing well, he’s not yet concious but he is stable”  

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Jimmy put his arm round Charlie and pulled her close. “We’ll be fine, I’m sure” He said, more to reassure himself than anybody else. Jimmy had seen Tom and Alex crash many times before, from drugs, booze and whole lot of other things. 

Brave.

If there was one word that could be used to describe Alex and Jimmy, she would have picked brave. Staying calm in a situation so close to home was hard—that was only from her point of view. Charlie knew it must have been unimaginable for them.

“We’ll all be fine,” she repeated, the words ringing in her head. 

Not wanting to speak anymore, she rested her head against Jimmy’s shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh. 

Jimmy nodded, leaning his head against Charlie’s as they waited next to Alex, who slept on, oblivious to the noise and worry around him. 

Charlie continued to watch the doctors and nurses breeze past in silence, eyes flickering between each unfamiliar face. Then, without warning, as a nurse strode past her, she raised one hand and spoke. “Er, ‘scuse me!”

The young nurse approached them, clutching a clipboard to his chest like it was a safety blanket. He offered them a smile, and a surprisingly pleasant one for someone who was working the night shift.

“Can you give us any information on Tom Lydon?” she wanted to know. Despite the other’s cheerfulness, she still held her expression of slight distaste, all politeness completely lost on her.

The nurse tilted her head slightly “Well, are you a relative? Because we’re only allowed to speak to relatives or romantic partners” She explained. 

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Jimmy looked over. “He doesn’t like to talk about it” He explained. It was true, Alex hated talking about his childhood. Hardly anyone knew what had happened to him, except Tom and Jimmy, and they knew it was fairly awful. 

“Private stuff and all that, it’s understandable,” she said, offering a sympathetic smile. Not wanting to continue on the risky topic, Charlie went silent, staring intently at the nurses and doctors that milled through the waiting room. She couldn’t help but notice their grim expressions - a wave of panic coursed through her in an instant - as they rushed back and forth. 

Jimmy yawned and glanced at Charlie. She looked worried, but he didn’t know what to say. He too was worried about Tom and he knew there was know way to find out what was going on. This was but one of the many reasons Jimmy hated hospitals. The unpredictable nature of them worried him to death. 

When Jimmy yawned, Charlie haphazardly ruffled his hair, in an attempt to make the situation seem less intense than it really was. She knew he disliked hospitals; other than the doctors and nurses - some of them probably hated it as much as the patients did - it didn’t seem like anyone enjoyed going to the hospital.

Jimmy put his arm round Charlie and pulled her close. “We’ll be fine, I’m sure” He said, more to reassure himself than anybody else. Jimmy had seen Tom and Alex crash many times before, from drugs, booze and whole lot of other things. 

Brave.

If there was one word that could be used to describe Alex and Jimmy, she would have picked brave. Staying calm in a situation so close to home was hard—that was only from her point of view. Charlie knew it must have been unimaginable for them.

“We’ll all be fine,” she repeated, the words ringing in her head. 

Not wanting to speak anymore, she rested her head against Jimmy’s shoulder, letting out a quiet sigh. 

Jimmy nodded, leaning his head against Charlie’s as they waited next to Alex, who slept on, oblivious to the noise and worry around him. 

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Jimmy nodded. “It sucks for the dude. He’s been through so much more than I could ever imagine, and it never stops for him. I mean, the shit he went through as a kid, as a teenager and now… it’s just too much for him” He sighed. 

“Wha—” She stopped herself before she finished her sentence. It wasn’t her place to pry into someone else’s past; she hadn’t known Alex for nearly long enough to even think about asking that sort of question. Despite her general awkwardness when it came to social convention, she understood when she needed to shut up. 

Jimmy looked over. “He doesn’t like to talk about it” He explained. It was true, Alex hated talking about his childhood. Hardly anyone knew what had happened to him, except Tom and Jimmy, and they knew it was fairly awful. 

“Private stuff and all that, it’s understandable,” she said, offering a sympathetic smile. Not wanting to continue on the risky topic, Charlie went silent, staring intently at the nurses and doctors that milled through the waiting room. She couldn’t help but notice their grim expressions - a wave of panic coursed through her in an instant - as they rushed back and forth. 

Jimmy yawned and glanced at Charlie. She looked worried, but he didn’t know what to say. He too was worried about Tom and he knew there was know way to find out what was going on. This was but one of the many reasons Jimmy hated hospitals. The unpredictable nature of them worried him to death. 

When Jimmy yawned, Charlie haphazardly ruffled his hair, in an attempt to make the situation seem less intense than it really was. She knew he disliked hospitals; other than the doctors and nurses - some of them probably hated it as much as the patients did - it didn’t seem like anyone enjoyed going to the hospital.

Jimmy put his arm round Charlie and pulled her close. “We’ll be fine, I’m sure” He said, more to reassure himself than anybody else. Jimmy had seen Alex crash many times before, from drugs, booze and whole lot of other things. 

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Alex nodded, his head slumping on his chest. He was asleep in seconds, snoring quietly, his face still wet with tears. Jimmy sighed. “He’s meant to be an adult, y’know, and I still feel bad for him”. 

As she leaned back in her chair, Charlie’s gaze was drawn towards the snoring Alex. Hopefully he wouldn’t have any nightmares; their reality was bad enough. “It’s just horrible, y’know,” she said, letting out a quiet sigh, “Really, really fucking horrible—he’s a total wreck.” Sighing once more, she rested her head on Jimmy’s shoulder, still watching Alex out of the corner of her eyes.

Jimmy nodded. “It sucks for the dude. He’s been through so much more than I could ever imagine, and it never stops for him. I mean, the shit he went through as a kid, as a teenager and now… it’s just too much for him” He sighed. 

“Wha—” She stopped herself before she finished her sentence. It wasn’t her place to pry into someone else’s past; she hadn’t known Alex for nearly long enough to even think about asking that sort of question. Despite her general awkwardness when it came to social convention, she understood when she needed to shut up. 

Jimmy looked over. “He doesn’t like to talk about it” He explained. It was true, Alex hated talking about his childhood. Hardly anyone knew what had happened to him, except Tom and Jimmy, and they knew it was fairly awful. 

“Private stuff and all that, it’s understandable,” she said, offering a sympathetic smile. Not wanting to continue on the risky topic, Charlie went silent, staring intently at the nurses and doctors that milled through the waiting room. She couldn’t help but notice their grim expressions - a wave of panic coursed through her in an instant - as they rushed back and forth. 

Jimmy yawned and glanced at Charlie. She looked worried, but he didn’t know what to say. He too was worried about Tom and he knew there was know way to find out what was going on. This was but one of the many reasons Jimmy hated hospitals. The unpredictable nature of them worried him to death. 

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Alex pulled himself away and nodded slowly. “Mmph” He murmured quietly. He rubbed his eyes and collapsed back on the chair he was sitting on. 

“—Get some sleep, okay?” With that, she shuffled back towards her chair and flopped into it. The pain in her legs from kneeling, though it wasn’t too fierce, was still extremely prominent. Charlie winced, doubling over to rub her aching shins.

Alex nodded, his head slumping on his chest. He was asleep in seconds, snoring quietly, his face still wet with tears. Jimmy sighed. “He’s meant to be an adult, y’know, and I still feel bad for him”. 

As she leaned back in her chair, Charlie’s gaze was drawn towards the snoring Alex. Hopefully he wouldn’t have any nightmares; their reality was bad enough. “It’s just horrible, y’know,” she said, letting out a quiet sigh, “Really, really fucking horrible—he’s a total wreck.” Sighing once more, she rested her head on Jimmy’s shoulder, still watching Alex out of the corner of her eyes.

Jimmy nodded. “It sucks for the dude. He’s been through so much more than I could ever imagine, and it never stops for him. I mean, the shit he went through as a kid, as a teenager and now… it’s just too much for him” He sighed. 

“Wha—” She stopped herself before she finished her sentence. It wasn’t her place to pry into someone else’s past; she hadn’t known Alex for nearly long enough to even think about asking that sort of question. Despite her general awkwardness when it came to social convention, she understood when she needed to shut up. 

Jimmy looked over. “He doesn’t like to talk about it” He explained. It was true, Alex hated talking about his childhood. Hardly anyone knew what had happened to him, except Tom and Jimmy, and they knew it was fairly awful.