Worlds' Apart [KimxMacau] [Completed]

Kim

I sat by the side, watching Macau. He was pissed at me, pissed at his dad and going by the way he was giving everyone the death stare, he was definitely pissed at everyone. I sighed.

I really was just trying to protect him. I know Vegas wouldn't have wanted anything lesser but knowing he was in there fighting for his life. It was scaring me too.

As much as everyone knew we hated each other, our hate definitely didn't extend to wanting to see each other die. And especially never now, since we were trying to get along.

I watched as Macau paced up and down, quietly, just shrugging off everyone. He hasn't said a word and is just keeping stealthily quiet. Macau has been surprising me with his character day by day.

And right now, his quiet low key temper was worrying me. I wasn't sure if he was going to shut me off forever or give me a chance. I couldn't help but feel he blamed me for keeping him away from going to Vegas.

Finally the doctor came out.

"His condition is bleak. He was stabbed in a vital part. To be honest, I am not sure if he will last the night. The next 2 hours are crucial."

Macau fell to the floor in silence, sobbing. It was heart wrenching to see him like that. I went to him, desperate to hold onto him even if he kept pushing me away.

I held onto him firmly but gently, if it was possible. Macau felt my arms and wanted to resist but stopped fighting me.

I held onto Macau who just sobbed into my arms. I sat down, taking him fully into my arms as we waited the 2 hours out with bated breath.

2 hours later, the doctor came out. Not with the most positive news but it was a start. Vegas was alive.

ALIVE but definitely needing to be under close supervision. We all agreed. Macau wanted to see him and was given access. Thereafter, Macau stayed fruitfully by his side whilst we all took turns waiting outside and in with him whilst cleaning up the mess his father had left behind.

2 days later, Vegas finally stirred awake. Macau who hadn't spoken a word till then, finally spoke.

"P Vegas.."

"Hmm. Been good kiddo?"

Macau burst into tears, holding onto Vegas's hands softly. I couldn't help but push my fucking tears away. I watched as Macau kissed his brother's hands softly and held it against his cheek, unable to believe his Vegas was back to him again.

Vegas finally realized our presence and muttered.

"You guys OK? Why do all of you look like shit? And have you been nice to Macau?" Directing his question to me with a glare.

I nodded, just trying to put on a smile but unable to. I just walked away from the room before I burst into tears like a quack.

Macau watched but didn't say anything but a few minutes later, he finally came out. He put his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him.

Finally I burst out crying, "Are we all good now?"

Macau's face crumpled into pain and he held onto me tightly as I cried, releasing all of my pent up tears, frustration and stress from the last few days.

"I'm sorry P...I was.."

I shushed him, holding onto him tightly and just refusing to let him speak. He reaching out to me was a god sent already. I didn't need, want or deserve an apology.

I just needed my Macau.