chubbell

I keep losing my stuff. Green eyes –clear and focused, lacking their usual medicated haze- alternated between his two best friends. Neither seemed to be in good shape; the lines of Derek's face was strung taut with distress, shoulders tense and limbs rigid from where they were positioned on the mattress, perched opposite the taller blonde. Julian was sprawled on the mattress itself, motionless. In the silence that hung over the trio, the only sounds that could be heard were the quiet –if not painful, poignant- stirs of the actor's uneven breathing. Derek finally tore his gaze away from the brunette, the concern on his features man