Maxie hated to bring it up to Josh now at the hospital that he knew Simon wasn't doing all that well.
"I just thought it was a hangover, you know." Maxie shrugged. "I think they say its his appendix. He's in surgery now."
Josh was quiet. He had a lot on his mind. Maxie thought he ought to keep it that way. Really, there was nothing they could do now, but wait.
"God, why would he just leave like that?" Josh then winced, half in thought. Did something happen? What have you done to him?" Josh was ready to strangle him right there in the pathetic dark tiled hallway at the trauma center.
"The lad is sick, just shut it, will you," Maxie shot back an angry look.
"Why wouldn't he have told me?"
"Maybe he just feels badly. You know, you not being there with him at the party."
"Well, who was?"
"Kelsy," Maxie nodded.
"But there must have been someone?"
"It was you then!" Josh stabbed at Maxie's chest with his index finger.
"Sorry, he's not my type," Maxie backed away. "I didn't mean to keep your boyfriend from you, I just wanted to make sure he was all right."
"Well, you did such a wonderful job at that, now ... didn't you?" Josh said sarcastically.
"Hold on, don't get your panties in a wad. He's a mate. He needed some time alone. He needed a place to crash. Its you who's driven him away. Not me!" Maxie got back in Josh's face.
"Like you'd know anything about us!" Josh shoved Maxie then.
"Now did you really want to go and do that? Really?" Maxie charged back.
"Just go, will you. He doesn't need you now." Josh looked at him point blank.
Maxie just shook his head. Simon needed to choose. Maxie was sure he could be a much better mate. A lad always needed his mates. Not a fucking boyfriend.
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