Who: Brant Fox and
Cruz Quinlan +
Hunter and
Darius AlexanderWhat: Post dust-settling plans
Where: California
When: Sunday morning
According to Hunter, Cruz had been recovering steadily to the point he was able to be moved from the ICU. He was up to seeing Brant now, but had deflected all other visitors but Hunter up to now. Brant knew he couldn't take that personally. Cruz's mind had been under a lot of pressure and everyone just had to sit the fuck down and wait until he was ready to dip his toes back into life again. He nearly killed himself. That was a terrible thing. There was a lot of speculation and rumours. The band had loads of questions, understandably. The press release had been simple and to the point. Cruz had suffered a medical emergency at Coachella, he had survived, but was in a critical condition - at the time of the release - and he was in good hands of medical professionals. It requested understanding on privacy for him, the band, and his family. Management would update on his condition once they knew more.
Nothing was said about drugs, suicide, or Cruz outing himself when he was trashed. Their PR team wanted to meet about the whole thing once Cruz was feeling better, but for now, everyone was taking some time off to recover from the ordeal. Brant needed it. He was completely wiped out from it, likely a hangover from the terror or finding Cruz like that. He had been having recurring nightmares about it, but through all the pain, there was this tiny supportive light in Darius. Darius let him talk it all out. He helped him identify that he
was traumatised, and had gone and caught a bug because he was run down. He told Brant it was important to seek professional therapy once he got back to New York, but until then, he had been an amazing listener.
Finally, Hunter said Cruz was up to seeing Brant. It took days to get to that point. Brant had contemplated going back to New York, thinking Cruz wouldn't want to talk to him at all. It got there, and he was ultimately glad he decided to stay. Hunter came out of Cruz's hospital room, gave Brant a small smile and a reassuring pat on the back. Brant glanced at Darius, who had come to the hospital with him. Darius gave him a brief hug of encouragement. Brant knew he was nervous, which was surreal to be feeling because he had never felt nerves in regards to Cruz before. He knew he didn't want to make Cruz's situation worse for him, and didn't want Cruz to feel he was sticking his nose into his business. But he had to grab his balls and go in, because Cruz was like a brother to him. Perhaps more now than ever before.
He went inside, and balked at how ill Cruz looked. He thought he was prepared for that. He wasn't. "Fuck, mate..." he mumbled, feeling the emotions kicking in. So, he just went over to Cruz's bedside and leaned over to give him a careful hug. "I'm here for you, yeah? I need you to know that."
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