Sayyid stands up and casually makes his way over to Drew with a rather nonchalant vibe surrounding him. He almost seems emotionless too aside from that constant smouldering model look which is constantly spread across his face. On the inside, Sayyid is burning with rage but unlike his younger brothers, who through no fault of their own suffer from behavioural and anger issues, he can keep a lid on it. It's what makes him so dangerous and untrustworthy at times. You might feel safer in his presence than the wilder brothers but nobody truly knows what is going on in Sayyid's head and what he's plotting. Even when he's angry as fuck, like right now, he always remains composed when he speaks and shows no sign of fear or hesitation. Sayyid always makes it seem like he's got it in the bag and always has the upper hand, which can automatically make his opponent feel extremely nervous. "Oh sorry, I was out living my life, trying to earn, be a decent person and also thinking about what we should do for Deneil's birthday next month. I wasn't turning someone's life upside down and encourages such...feral behaviour". Sayyid looks Drew up and down from head to toe in such disgust. Although he shouldn't be putting all of the blame on him, it's rather easy to. Sayyid obviously does not want to unload it all onto his little brother who is laying in a hospital bed and almost died today. Billy had nothing to do with it so he can't blame him either but Drew was heavily involved and he's stood here in front of him while tensions are high. His Khan pride needs someone to unload the disappointment and anger onto besides Deneil. Sayyid turns to Billy and speaks quietly but still loud enough for Drew to hear him. "That big fucker is lucky that a smack in the mouth goes against everything I stand for as a dentist..."

Billy bites down on his lip, not wanting to laugh at the little joke. Now really wasn't the time for giggles and he doesn't want to pick sides. He knows that Sayyid has a lot to compute and deal with tonight and is just being the protective eldest brother but Billy also sees Drew's point of view and knows how much he and Deneil mean to one another. Billy was the first and only person Deneil has told. Whenever he wanted to gloat about how amazing Drew is or if he was having trouble with him, Billy was his sounding board. "Yeah, you can go in but the nurses will have to give you protective clothing and you have to steralise your hands in the little sink. That ward it's...very dim...quiet...feeling of hopelessness, really. Just a warning. It's filled with people who...aren't in the best condition. Deneil is fine though...well, as fine as he could be after what happened. He's just a little groggy and confused and uh...don't panic or breakdown when you see him because uh...h-he's not looking like the picture of health. Seriously...prepare yourself for seeing him." Billy looks at Drew with a seriousness to him. Even Billy of all people was shaken by the sight of Deneil.

"I thought only close friends and family were allowed in, not...side pieces or whatever you call yourself". Sayyid leans against the wall and again, looks Drew up and down. He really does not care for this man and the fact that he's involved with his baby brother churns his stomach. "It's just that you claim to be his boyfriend, lover, whatever...yet I've never heard about you until today. You'd think if you were really that special, he'd be proud and shouting about you from the rooftops. Instead you're a dirty little secret who literally rolls around in an alleyway and turns up looking like...well, that!"

"Sayy, please!" Billy raises his voice to show that he's not messing around. Sayyid better back off of Drew. The older brother reluctantly turns on his heels and heads back to the waiting area, literally biting on his lip to stop himself from saying anything else.

Sayyid is not the closest to his younger brothers but that does not mean he does not care for or love them any less. They had very different upbringings. Sayyid is a good five years in front of Billy and when shit hit the fan in their family, Sayyid was sent off to briefly live with a relative while the younger Khans had to grow up in the care system. They've lead very different lives up until this point in adulthood and their careers where things are now starting to merge. They can't reminisce about the past as they spent the majority of it apart and they have very different hobbies, interests and quirks. Part of Sayyid feels guilty for what his younger brothers had to endure. As the oldest brother, he felt like he should have protecting them even though he couldn't really do anything about it. He would never admit to feeling guilt ridden over how his younger brothers lived and turned out, so a lot of his anger and frustration is being taken out on Drew right now. "He doesn't tell me because Deneil only hears what he wants to hear. He likes to bury his head in the sand and take the easy route. Of course he was going to tell Billy. He's a total pushover when it comes to Deneil. No offence, B. Deneil is not a fan of the tough love and deep down he knows that what you two are doing is wrong and I would tell him that straight to his face. He wouldn't want to hear that so he avoids it and pretends everything is hunky-dory." Sayyid gets up and walks over to the window in the waiting room which looks out into the night and illuminated London. He can't bring himself to look at Drew any more and he knows that this constant arguing is not going to change anything. "Just go see him then leave, yeah?" he says with his back turned to the rapper.

Billy presses an intercom buzzer which has to be answered by a nurse in order to activate the doors and grant access to the ward. A few moments later, the door is released and Billy opens it up for Drew. He steps inside with him just to show him the ropes and give him a last minute pep talk. "Wash your hands in that little sink and use that sanitising gel, alright?" Billy wonders off for a second to get the attention of a nurse so that Drew can be given protective clothing. The ward is deadly quiet with patients just laying there hopelessly - the majority of them being extremely old and probably on their way out. It's not a horrific sight like the burns unit nor is it filled with car crash victims but Billy's warning did make sense. It gets inside your mind, the quietness and the sense of death looming. The dim lights and the constant beeping of life support equipment don't provide the most welcoming atmosphere and really drives home the fact that this is the resting place and last stop for many people. Billy soon returns with a blue plastic surgical apron and hands it over to Drew. "This place is depressing, I know. Just try to keep calm, don't let it get into your head and just focus on the fact that he's still alive. He looks...well, just be prepared for that...but he's still Deneil and he's conscious. He's down at the end of the ward. Me and Sayy will still be waiting outside, OK?" Billy looks teary eyed through the entire talk and his emotions are running riot. He pats Drew on the shoulder then exits the ward, leaving Drew in there among it all.

The ward is long and wide, with beds on each side and even some around a corner to the bottom right, meaning that the floor is built in an "L" type shape. Most of the beds are filled with sleeping elderly guys and Deneil is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly a pained and frightened voice can be heard echoing from down and around the corner of the word. The moans of agony and despair are saddening yet a tad unnerving as they sound like the ramblings of an unhinged man in an asylum. "NO!!!!!!!.....AAAA----AAAAAHHHH!!!" he calls out in pain. It takes a moment to click but that thick unmistakable accent and booming volume could only be coming from one person and it appears to be travelling from the only bed in the ward with its privacy curtain pulled all the way around it.

Behind the curtain, three nurses are tending to a man who is clearly distressed. Hooked up to all sorts of drips and evidently not in the best way, the poor guy is obviously a top priority patient. He seems to be resisting the nurses attempts to insert a drip into the side of his neck. Two nurses have to physically hold him in place while the third carefully and swiftly pierces the side of his neck before feeding the thin tubing in. This unfortunate soul just looks like the living definition of hell. Battered, bruised, panicked, hooked up to all sorts of equipment, totally drugged up and ghostly white, he's obviously seen better days. What's most shocking of all is the revelation that this gentleman is indeed Deneil. He is almost unrecognisable had it not been for the big white patch now covering his injured throat area and the tattoos on his bare arms. Deneil is a porcelain doll shade of white. He has lost an extreme amount of blood tonight and is just totally run down. It's even more startling to see as his natural skin tone is a beautiful tan brown due to his heavily mixed heritage. He is now ghostly white and looks like an entirely different person. That is possibly the shock that Billy was talking about - being unable to even recognise him. Two tubes run from a drip to his neck and multiple more lead from his left arms. He's not just being stitched up and treated for the slash. He was laying in a dirty alleyway for some time with an open wound. There is no telling what could have contaminated him. Deneil's entire system is being flushed out with the bad and being pumped full of the good at the same time. His glazed over eyes indicate that everything is knocking him a little loopy.

"That's us done now, Mr Khan. You should be resting and let us do our job. We're here to help you. You shouldn't throw yourself around like that because you'll only do more damage to yourself." The lead nurse gives the rapper a telling off but the drugged up Deneil doesn't seem fazed at all by her. She looks over her shoulder to see Drew sheepishly looking on. "Looks like you have a visitor, Mr Khan. You are a very popular man." She gives a little smile to Drew as if to give him the go ahead to approach the bed before getting out of their way.

Deneil tilts his head, sort of looking past Drew but still acknowledging him. His focus is rather off. A little smile creeps up on his face and he waves at him while lowering his sleepy eyes. "Drreeeewwwww..." he says in a sweet, singing manner. It's the total opposite from the thrashing around he was doing just a few seconds ago. Although his voice is slightly coarse right now, he seems pretty mellow and it's almost as if he has no recollection of what happened. He's not over emotional about seeing the man he loves, not asking any questions and not reliving those dire moments. Deneil appears to be rather disconnected and it's probably something to do with one if not more of the drips he's hooked up too. "Maaaate....mate...you know this place? It's f-fucking run by maaaad slutty aliens or some shit...they think I don't know...but I do. I see them. I..I..I know what's up, bruv." Yeah, he's totally tripping out on meds right now. He has no idea what sort of frenzy is happening surrounding him right now and what Drew has gone through. Deneil is just happily laying there on some sort of high.

Deneil is happy to see Drew and even though he's out of it, he still knows that this man means a lot to him and he can't help but smile and get as close to him as all the wires allow him to travel. He sort of has one foot in reality and one foot on cloud nine. Deneil knows that he's in hospital but the actual reality of "shit, I'm laying in a hospital bed with my throat patched up!" hasn't hit him just yet. He's floating away in his own world and in all honesty, this high is well deserved after all he's been through. If Deneil wasn't doped up to the eyes, he'd be freaking out and having an emotional breakdown right now. The guy had endured such a traumatic experience tonight. Although Drew would probably prefer for him to be like his regular self right now, being drugged up is a far better alternative than him screaming in pain.

"Soooo fucking hyped that you're h-here, fam". His voice is rather coarse and groggy but at least he can still speak which is a miracle. So many things could have gone wrong when his neck was slashed but Deneil appears to be the luckiest man on Earth right now. The Khan brothers could survive an atomic bomb though. Love them or hate them, they are here for the long run. Goes to show that if Deneil can survive this, he can handle anything else life and this situation with Drew throws at him. Had he not been hooked up to all these drips, they would be having a much more emotional and serious conversation right now. Coming back from the brink of death is surely an experience that would evoke a lot of intense emotions, put things into perspective and raise a lot of questions. Thankfully, for the both of them, they can glaze over everything for now and not face things head-on. They can deal with all the media attention, the entire situation and their feelings at a later point. Right now though, Deneil is alive and talking away to Drew and that's all that matters.

"Yeah fam...like real slutty ones...like offering bare dirty stuff but I wouldn't do none of that shit 'cause I wouldn't do that to you, bruv". The words must mean a lot to Drew because even though there are really no slutty aliens offering him sex, Deneil is still aware that Drew means a lot to him and he would never hurt him. Drugged up or not, Drew is his number one. When Drew tells him he's in hospital, he smirks and rolls onto his side. "Yeah, I know. It's lit. It's 'cause I had a mad fall, innit?" Deneil appears to think he's in here after taking a tumble. What he can remember from the night is spending a lot of it on the ground so his brain is just filling in the gaps. He has absolutely no idea the chaos that ensued and that the world is taking about him. "There's this nurse here, right...and she keeps on telling me what to do. Like a fucking Hitler, fam. Bossing me around. I mean, I don't tell her to cut out the carbs in her diet but you don't hear me complain, do ya?" Deneil gives Drew a cute little smile. He's never one to pick up on people's weight and how they look but the drugs are bringing certain thoughts to the forefront and the large size of the nurse is obviously stuck in his mind. All the truths will be spilled when he's in this state so hopefully no other visitors ask him about Drew or Mandy or he could end up in deep shit. The rapper doesn't seem to care though, still totally lost in his own little world. He chuckles and looks at Drew before comically farting in front of him. His slit neck is clearly the last thing on his mind right now. He laughs at the noise, "That was a good one, fam!"

Deneil listens closely to Drew, glad that someone else finally understands him and doesn't think that he's absolutely crazy. Billy and Sayyid obviously did not humour his drug fuelled ramblings and the nurses aren't putting up with it either. At least Drew "gets him". Everyone has been looking at him like he's insane but not Drew. "Yeah, fam I got you. Play the game and all that shit, right?" Deneil gives Drew a little wink and places his finger on his lips, keeping it all hush-hush. "I want to get out of here soon, man. Like I know...I know people can like what they like but these fucking aliens man...it's not for me. I don't get off like that. You know that I like the DICK!" Deneil raises his voice to a level that was a little louder than it needed to be. He starts to laugh but then holds onto his throat as the tension in it hurts him. "Shit fam...wh-what's the deal with all of this?" Deneil gently pats on his throat but is soon distracted again when Drew heartily laughs for the first time. "Fam, you better get used to me farting. Been doing that allllll day!" Deneil chuckles and slowly closes his eyes and reaches his hand out for Drew to hold. He continues to speak but it's evident that he's feeling rather tired now due to the slow pace of his voice. "You...you gonna take..take me home in the morning?" Deneil's breathing becomes heavier and slower as he casually drifts away into a sleep. The meds really do knock him out without warning.

A nurse approaches Drew from behind and places her hands on his shoulders; "Sir, I think it's time we let Mr Khan get some rest. He really needs it." By the time she finishes her sentence, another nurse is already changing one of Deneil's drips as he sleeps through it. It's evident that it's time for Drew to go and let the professionals do their job. Leaving Deneil is such a hard thing to do though as he looks so fragile and hopeless laying in that bed. Drew not only has to prepare to leave him behind but also meet up with the other Khan brothers outside the ward again. His first meeting with Sayyid was extremely icy and it's unlikely that he'll be any more welcoming this time around.

Billy sees Drew and immediately makes a beeline for him, wondering if his experience with his younger brother was of any more substance than his. For the most part, Deneil was talking a lot of crap and drifting in and out of sleep when his older brothers were in the room with him. Billy is eager to know if his baby bro was any more responsive with Drew. "Hey mate, how is he? Did he say anything? The nurses say anything? Was there any issues with him? He wasn't in any distress or anything was he?" Billy fires question after question at Drew, not giving the rapper a chance to answer any of them. It's clear that he's extremely worried about Deneil and so emotionally invested in him. Deneil isn't just his little brother but like a best friend to him. As cold as Billy can come across at times, he's not afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve at this moment in time and just be upfront with how he is feeling. Fuck pride. He wants to know if his little brother is OK. "Are you OK? That place gets inside your head." Billy gives Drew a little pat on the shoulder.

Sayyid has just been lingering around in the background observing and listening to Billy and Drew. He still does not care for this man and what he represents but he's holding his tongue for now. Once Billy finally stops panicking and rambling on, Sayyid clears his throat and sheepishly walks forward while speaking to Drew in a low voice. "You, uh...you have a place to stay in the city tonight?" he asks out of the blue, suddenly taking an interest in Drew. It's clear that Billy must have had a few words with his older brother while Drew was inside visiting Deneil. As much as he dislikes him, Sayyid knows deep down that being mean to Drew will not solve any problems and it would pain Deneil if he ever found out about the way they spoke to one another. Sayyid is actually the Khan who finds it easiest to swallow his pride and do or say the "right thing" whereas Billy and Deneil are far more stubborn and will take a situation to the most extreme point before even considering backing down.

Billy listens intently to everything Drew has to say. He can't help but feel overprotective of his little brother, especially in a situation like this. Billy worries about Deneil on a daily basis never mind while he's laying in a hospital bed with a stitched up neck. Billy has always liked Drew from even before he was involved with his younger brother. He liked the way he presented himself, his artistic output and Billy felt like he could relate to him with the rough upbringing and all. Ever since he discovered that he and Deneil were an item, things changed though. Drew had to prove himself all over again and Billy couldn't care less if he was a big fan of him beforehand or not. He was slightly wary of a man who entered someone else's life while both parties were still in serious relationships. He seemed like trouble and just straight up messy. It isn't until now, seeing how much Drew really feels about Deneil, that Billy is realising that this relationship is legit and that the rapper is potentially a great fit for his brother. "Thank you...for spending time with him. I know it's not easy sitting in there and dealing with a drugged up, alternate version of someone you care about". Billy sighs and looks down at his feet as he tries to shake the image of Deneil in that bed right out of his head.

Sayyid still isn't completely sure about this guy but if Billy and Deneil are cool with him, he can't be all that bad. He's just doing his eldest brotherly duty and being protective. Drew is also proving himself simply just by sticking around and spending time with Deneil. It's evident that he's not just using him for sex and thrills if he's willing to come all the way over here and sit by his side while he lays helpless, hooked up to all types of drips and machinery. Drew cares about his little brother and that speaks volumes. He may not be 100% keen on him and there are still many questions that need answered but he's not totally in the bad books anymore. "Billy is staying at my place tonight. It's nearer to the hospital. You can also crash there for the night too, if you want? You can have the spare room with Billy...or I'll share with Billy...whatever." Sayyid forces the smallest smile imaginable. It's not that the offer isn't genuine, Sayyid just doesn't want to show that he was wrong for snapping earlier.

For the past two weeks, Drew's been living with the Khan's as Deneil healed up in the hospital. His stay was pretty uneventful and uneventful was just what he needed in such a stressful time. Deneil had only gone back to being his regular self less than a week ago and ever since Drew has worried considerably less, but he was still worried. These days the wellbeing of Deneil had became sort of an anxiety for Drew and he didn't know how long it would take him to shake that feeling but he did know that he did not like the idea of Deneil being all alone in his house after finding out. He knew Deneil was a grown man who's been taking care of himself since way before Drew had anything to do with him, but Drew was ticked at the amount of stubborn Deneil had to be to choose staying in a vandalized house over staying with brothers that loved and looked out for him. It was what he expected from him though, Deneil was prideful and they were alike in that way. He called Deneil awhile ago to tell him he was coming over and now he was at his door, knocking and waiting for it to be answered. Despite it all, Drew was happy to finally get to see Deneil out of hospital for the first time.

When Deneil opens the door, a huge grin grows on Drew's face. He can't help but think about how thankful he is that Deneil is well and finally out of the depressing hospital. He makes sure to squeeze Deneil extra tight when they pulled each other in for a hug. "'Neil!" Drew said. They had talked and saw each other plenty of times after Deneil was off of the meds, but finally being free to touch him without constantly looking over his shoulder was a feeling he had deeply missed experiencing. Drew was in a pair of loose sweatpants and a plain red t-shirt, something he threw together in a matter of seconds. He liked to keep it casual, but not casual enough to where he looked sloppy. When he looked down at Deneil's pajamas and back up to his face, he happily chuckled along. "You don't even know. Not sure how many times I'm gonna say it but I'm so damn happy you're out that place." Drew meets Deneil's kiss with a soft kiss of his own. He began to walk out of the doorway and deeper into the house, the place reminding him why he had came here tonight. "So, has everything been good since you got back?" He asked, turning around to Deneil once reaching the front room.

"True, true." Drew nodded, laughing at the alien bit. He listened as Deneil spoke, exhaling deeply after hearing that the window wasn't even going to be fixed until much later this week. "Well, if you're happy then what can I say?" Drew knew that Deneil had already fought his brothers over his living situation and won so he wasn't planning on approaching it the same way they did. He wanted to talk him out of staying in this house but he didn't want to sound like he was bossing him around. Bilal and Sayyid couldn't help sounding like they were demanding him to leave and that was because they were a pair of older brothers trying to remind their baby brother what was best for him, what Drew meant to Deneil was something completely different. If he was going to ask him to leave this house, he wanted it to feel like an actual conversation and not a lecture. "I mean, I don't get why you want to be here so bad but then again I never really asked. So what's here?" Drew's eyes followed Deneil into the kitchen, "Yeah, sure." He said, sitting down on the couch behind him as he waited.