Guardian Angel- b/j one shot

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Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:201- gapfillar
The night nurse's POV
A/N:This one is a bit angsty, I know. I wrote it for my dear friend and fellow Aries Lyn

spike7451 for her bday. I wish you all the very best, lots of good health and speedy recovery. May you find your own guardian angel.
Thank you my darling friens Vonnie

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I've been working in this hospital for over twenty years. I never liked the day shifts. I always asked for the long night shifts. Things are different at night. People see things differently. The pain seems to ease while everything is quite.

It's the young ones I always feel for the most. They're so helpless. Their families are lost. There's always one or two family member at the ward at night. All night. I try to give them hope but I know I have to be realistic when they ask if their loved one would recover soon and would be able to go home. I try to do my best but it's never easy.

Sometimes the best thing I can do is just listen to them. Not to try too much. Not to get too emotionally involved. Some cases are different than others, though.

There's a young boy in the ward. I think he was brought here two weeks ago. I could see his fair skin and blond hair beneath the bruises and the bandages.

The doctor informed he was bashed. Hit on the head with a baseball bat. During his prom night.

I never asked more than that. It's not my place to ask. It's my job to give. To comfort.

To lend a helping hand.

I knew the boy had lots of visitors during the day. The day shift nurse told me that.

The corridor outside his room was quite the first night he was here.

I noticed a tall slender guy pacing back and forth on the linoleum floor when I started my shirf the second night.

At first I didn't say anything but when he returned the next night and then the night after that I thought I should try and talk to him a bit.

He seemed troubled.

I didn't know if he was close to the boy or if was a family friend.

He seemed to be in great pain. Not the same kind of pain I saw often.

The rain kept purring outside but he was wearing a sleeveless black shirt and tight jeans. Not the kind of outfit you would wear for a long stay at a hospital corridor overnight.

He put a cigarette in his mouth. I let out a silent cough.

"Who said you can't smoke in hospitals?" he said in a low distorted voice. it was the first time I heard him speak. My heart went out to him. he seemed like he needed a decent hug.

I offered to bring him a soup in a cup. I said it's not much but it might keep him warm.
He smiled bitterly and declined my offer, squeezing his long legs into the plastic chair.

"Can you give him anything?" he asked me. It's a question every family member asks at one point. I couldn't quite tell in he was family.

I scribbled something in my chart and nodded.

I knew there wasn't much I could tell him. In fact at that point of the night we usually don't speak much with friends and family of the patients but in that case I felt I needed to say something even if it wasn't my place to say anything.

I told him Miguel, the guy who works here during the day shifts said Justin, that's the boy's name, was able to toss the tennis ball back when he threw it at him.

The tall man let out a deep sight but didn't respond. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. I could tell he's holding back not to fall apart.

At that moment I sensed that the boy in the other room means a lot to the tall guy. Much more than he himself was able to admit.

He didn't seemed to be too chatty, though and I had to make another round in the ward before my shift was over so I smiled at him, nodded and moved on.

When I came back to check on Justin around six in the morning the tall man was gone but Justin's mother, a blond elegant graceful women was already sitting outside his room, clutching a cup of coffee she probably grabbed on her way here. I've seen here before when my shift was over but we never spoke much.

That morning she turned to me in a tired voice and asked if someone was here at night. I didn't know what to say at first. We don't usually give that kind of information.

But this was different.

I told her there was a tall slender man here who set outside Justin's room all night. I might have mentioned to her that the guy was quite handsome and was in his early thirties.

Justin's mother looked at me and for a split second her face lit up.

She asked me if it was the first night he came here and I told her he's been coming here every night since Justin was admitted to this ward but he leaves early in the morning.

I still don't know why I shared this information with her even though she's the boy's mother.

He kept visiting each night after that but we barely spoke and I was rather busy. A few days later the doctor told Justin's mother he can leave the hospital. I don't know why but I knew in my heart right there and then that this guy was Justin's guardian angel.