DOUBLE LIFE 02

Previously

Dominic Rowell(A)

Was that your clingy brother again ?

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

*Glare at him*

Dominic Rowell(A)

You know that's only making me hard , right ?

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

Don't call him that

Dominic Rowell(A)

Why are you getting so-

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

I mean it ❄️

Dominic Rowell(A)

*Raise his hand* Okay okay

Dominic Rowell(A)

I won't

Dominic Rowell(A)

But.... *Trail his hand over his chest* Can we go back to what we were doing ?

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

*Push his hand away* No , I'm not in the mood

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

( I don't feel so good all of a sudden )

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

*Get down from the bed*

Dominic Rowell(A)

Come on... You can't just go after getting me this hard

Dominic Rowell(A)

At least give me a head-

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

Go fuck yourself

Dominic Rowell(A)

Apparently... I can't do that ╮⁠(⁠╯⁠_⁠╰⁠)⁠╭

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

*Sigh* I'm going home

Dominic Rowell(A)

*Frown* This late ?

Dominic Rowell(A)

Go tomorrow, I'll arrange the flight

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

I'll leave today itself

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

Noah seems... I think there's something going on

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

And just like always that idiot is keeping all to himself

Dominic Rowell(A)

Jo... I know you love your twin but.... isn't this a bit too much ?

Dominic Rowell(A)

He's not a kid Jo. He's the elder one and he can't even handle himself

Dominic Rowell(A)

How long are you gonna look after him like this ?

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

As long as I'm alive

Dominic Rowell(A)

....

Jonah Whitmore (DO)

I'm leaving *walked out of the room*

Dominic Rowell(A)

( How much longer is he gonna make you suffer ? )

Dominic Rowell(A)

( I hate this )

Dominic Rowell(A)

( It would've been better if he also have died along with his parents )

. .

Jonah arrived in his hometown early that morning. While he’d been on the flight, he’d missed several calls—ten, to be exact—all from his old nanny, the woman who had practically raised both him and Noah. His brow furrowed. She never called this many times unless something was terribly wrong.

A knot tightened in his chest as he returned the call, each ring echoing like a drumbeat in his ears. When she finally answered and told him what had happened, Jonah froze. His eyes widened, as if the breath had been ripped from his lungs. Then, without thinking, he dropped to his knees—everything else fading into a hollow silence.

. .

Jonah burst into the hospital, barely stopping to catch his breath as he sprinted toward the ICU.

Every step echoed with panic, his chest tightening with dread. When he reached the room and saw Noah lying there—pale, motionless, tubes and wires weaving in and out of him—his heart clenched. It was like the world had narrowed to that single, unbearable moment. The sight of his brother like that stole the strength from his legs, but he forced himself forward, his voice a whisper.