If it all ends tomorrow (alternate ending)
@wondero28 @5town ask you shall receive 🤝
CW: Mentions of plane crash, CPR, hospitals, mentions of temporary character death (?)
The italicized bit at the beginning is copy and pasted from the original fic, it’s just so you know when this takes place!!
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“They're here, they're ready to take over.”
Aaron Z. looked up, meeting the eyes of a person in a bright orange jacket. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead. She gave him a kind smile.
And then Robaire’s arms were around him, pulling him back. He was too exhausted to object.
He watched them take over CPR. He watched them set up the AED. He watched them administer the first shock.
Aaron T. jolted once, remaining limp.
Another person, clad in an equally hideous orange jacket, watched the machine for any signs of life.
“Nothing.”
He sat there, and watched. Robaire didn't leave him. He didn't dare move, he didn't want to mess anything up, all the while they cycled through those steps. CPR, “clear,” shock, jolt, wait, repeat. At some point, one of the helicopters left with Jesse and Taeyoung. He supposed it should make him feel better, but he didn't want to be very far away from them, let alone let them disappear in another aircraft during a storm.
He couldn't let himself lose hope.
"Clear!"
Another jolt. Robaire's breath caught in his throat.
He waited. Robaire waited. The search and rescue team waited.
Beep. Beep.
"We have a pulse!"
He was weightless. Every ounce of pressure, every muscle in his body, every tense part of his soul eased.
It was euphoric. Blissful. The rain stopped feeling like bullets against his metal skin, and became a cool, cleansing stream.
He could be celebrating too early, but he knew it. He knew that some divine force had decided they needed to be five. Somewhere out there, somebody was on Aaron T.'s side, and that being was what changed whatever that crash was supposed to do.
He knew, of course, that this wasn't meant to happen. Aaron T. shouldn't have regained his pulse, not after an injury like that. He knew enough about medicine for that.
But it had happened, and to whatever force made that so, he was eternally grateful.
"Ro." He nudged him. "It's over."
He squeezed Aaron Z. just a little bit tighter. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. We're going home."
"All of us?"
"All of us."
The search and rescue team split, some sticking around Aaron T. as they worked to keep him stable, and some busied themselves with checking Aaron Z. and Robaire.
He found himself drifting. Now that safety cradled him and his adrenaline was fizzling out, the exhaustion settled back behind his eyes. He found himself fighting to keep awake, to answer the questions he needed to answer, to make sure he actually made it onto that helicopter.
***
Aaron Z. wished he was allowed to strut around the hospital and enter the other members rooms without permission from his nurse. He wished he had the freedom to do something as simple as going down to the cafeteria and picking his own lunch, but alas, the life of a celebrity.
Ever since the company put out a statement saying that they had been involved in the crash, the hospital had been way more busy than it should be. To his nurse, Madison, he complained about them making the hospital staff's job much harder, but privately he was kind of honoured.
They were there because they cared, you know?
The receptionist had been collecting cards for them, so around twice a day he got a delivery of hand-drawn, sweet cards from the hospital hopping 4*Townies.
His favourite card was done by a thirteen year old boy. He talked about his friend group a little bit, how they were all 4*Townies, and how his group of friends were all happy they were okay.
But that wasn't the part that made him love it.
The boy went on to talk about how Aaron Z. had changed him, how he'd made him feel seen, and how someone who looked like him being successful made him believe that maybe he could be too.
He talked about his love for basketball, his friends, and 4*Town. He wished him a speedy recovery.
Aaron Z. was never letting this card go. It stayed on the tiny plastic table next to his bed.
Speaking of the bi-daily card delivery, somebody knocked.
"Come in."
Instead of the receptionist, or even his nurse, it was Taeyoung who poked his head in.
"Surprise!"
"Tae!" He broke out into a grin. "What-"
"They just moved Jesse out of the ICU!"
"For real?"
Turns out, after getting Aaron T. on some IVs, it was actually Jesse who'd gotten the most seriously injured. He'd been pretty much entirely isolated since they got back from the island.
"Does this mean-"
Taeyoung wasn't letting him get a word in. "We can visit, yes, hurry up!"
He slipped out of bed, fumbling with the damn hospital slippers as his brain moved faster than his body. Taeyoung whisked around, not bothering to wait.
He fell in step behind him, and soon, Robaire and Aaron T. did the same.
None of them said a word, not until they stood outside Jesse's room. His nurse was standing, arms crossed, in front of the door.
"Your doctors know you're here?"
"Mhm," Robaire said absentmindedly, "can we go in?"
"Ask him. He's allowed visitors."
Robaire slipped past Aaron Z., and knocked twice.
"Come in."
They opened the door.
Jesse's room was much nicer than his. He had a massive window, lots of natural light, and he suspected that his bedding was more comfortable too, considering how snug he was in it.
Jesse watched them stream in with wide eyes. When they landed on Aaron T., his shoulders lowered, mouth fell agape, and eyebrows curved down.
"T.?"
"Hey." He waved awkwardly.
Jesse looked between the four of them, speaking quietly. "You all see him too, right? He's really here?"
Aaron Z. nodded, a smile breaching his well-practised neutral face. "He's really here."
Jesse's eyes grew teary.
"Nobody told you?" Taeyoung spared no time crawling onto his bed.
He just shook his head, still fixated on Aaron T.
Aaron Z. couldn't blame him. He'd done the exact same thing the first time they talked after everything.
He nudged Aaron T., and despite seeing him, feeling him so many times before, it felt electric. That brief moment of contact was so warm, so real, so tangible that it made him relive their best times all over again.
God, he was a mess.
Aaron T. turned ever so slightly, looking up at Aaron Z. with a tiny, probably unintentional pout. He nodded toward Jesse, and the two of them got closer to the bed.
Jesse reached out, and cupped Aaron T.'s cheek. "It's so good to see you."
"I missed you too, super-grandpa." Aaron T. closed his eyes, and leaned into the touch.
Robaire chuckled, and sat on the far end of the bed.
Taeyoung nuzzled into Jesse's shoulder. "You smell clean."
"Thanks?"
Aaron T. stole Jesse's hand, giving it a hearty sniff. "You do!"
Taeyoung sighed, shifting to get more comfortable. "I never thought anything would smell clean ever again."
"I bet it feels so nice to have showered."
"It actually really does," Jesse admitted.
"Oh! Before I forget." Robaire reached a hand into his pocket. "I had a staff member bring this for you."
He opened his palm, revealing chapstick.
"Robaire!" He snatched it, popping off the lid and applying some. "Oh my God, you're the best."
"Hey! Robaire brings chapstick and suddenly you're done with me?" Aaron T. complained, "C'mon! Dote on me some more."
Jesse rolled his eyes. "I was done when you started talking about what I smell like."
"Besides," Taeyoung added, "you're the one who scared us half to death, you have no right to complain."
"In all fairness." He put his hands up. "Everyone thought I was dying, me included, so that like, cancels it out or something."
"It's good to hear you joke."
Something on Aaron T's face shifted. "I'm really sorry."
"Hey." Jesse gestured for him to get onto the bed. "This is nowhere close to being your fault. Oh my God, it's really you?"
"Yeah?"
Jesse's eyes started to water. Again.
"Hey, hey, it's okay." Aaron T. snuggled in. "We all made it."
Taeyoung tilted his head, the beginnings of a warm smile playing at the edge of his lips. "Why are you still on the floor Z.? Get up here."
Robaire shifted to make room for him. His eyes shot silent words
Are you okay?
He nodded. Are you?
He nodded back.
"I missed you so much," Jesse sobbed, "I, you, you were gone."
"I know," Aaron T. mumbled, "and I'm back. I'm here."
"You're here."
They sat together, chatting, catching up, crying, laughing, and reminiscing until Jesse's nurse came in to inform them that Jesse really needed rest. They said their goodbyes, and one by one got escorted back to their rooms.
On the way back, Aaron Z. stopped by Aaron T.'s room, just to briefly stand in the door and chat.
He was standing by the window. "I can't believe they didn't tell him, that's so cruel."
Aaron Z. just nodded.
"You're quiet today," Aaron T. observed.
"Just taking everything in."
"Oh?"
He broke eye contact, his eyes drifting around the ugly, dark hospital room. "I can't believe they put you here."
"It's pretty bad, isn't it?" He tugged at the curtain.
"Wanna come back to mine?"
"Oh my God, you're inviting me to your place? After just one date? Very bold.
"A near-death experience will do that to you."
He laughed. "In that case, of course I'll accompany you to your room, Mr. Ay-ron-zee."
"Not this again."
"I have 'literally died' privileges."
He blinked. "If you had privileges, I wouldn't be complaining."
"Okay, then don't complain."
He huffed. "Whatever, let's just get out of this room."
"Wow, you want me that bad?"
"Because this room is depressing, and it's making you act weird."
"Jeez, fine." He slung an arm around Aaron Z., and led the way out of the room. "Hey, actually, hold on a second."
A twinge of worry festered in his chest. "Yeah? You okay?"
He shook his hands out, laughing nervously. "So uh, I heard from the staff, they uh, they told me that I was... dead, before the search and rescue people were around, and that you did CPR for a bit."
Oh...?
"They also told me that." He averted his gaze. "If you hadn't done CPR, there was a pretty good chance that the search and rescue team would have been unsuccessful, y'know, in that regard."
Oh.
"So I wanted to thank you."
He didn't know what to say.
"For saving my life," he added, "thank you for saving my life. I know I joke a lot about you being my hero, but you really, really are."
"Aaron." He pulled his name twin into a hug.
"You're incredible."
He shut his eyes, a hand combing delicately through Aaron T.'s hair. "I seriously love you so much."
"I know." He could feel his smile. "I love you too."
They walked back to Aaron Z.'s room together, arm in arm.
Despite its briefness, their reunion as five was enough to make Aaron Z. glow. They were okay. Everything was going to be okay. It would take time, and work, and more pain than they could conceive, but that didn't matter because they were five. They were okay. Everything was going to be okay.
Once again, Aaron Z. found himself thanking whatever cosmic force kept them together. He was starting to think that maybe they weren't just born for this, for each other, maybe it came from before that. Maybe their connection started back when everything started.
Maybe these moments, the moments where they were bound to each other against all odds, were destined from the start.
He liked that thought. As Aaron T. settled into bed next to him, warm, smiling, alive, he knew it was true.
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