Names In The Night [COMPLETED]

Chapter 10: Once Chance Out of Them All

Author's Note:
This chapter is shit and so are my writing skills, but self deprecation never got anyone anywhere, so here you go.
Happy fucking Valentine's Day.
The next chapter will be the last. Don't abandon this story just yet.
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Beep. Beep.

Click. Drip.

Squeak. Tap.

These are some fucking weird noises, I thought to myself. Dammit! I'm thinking! Fuck fucking motherfucker fucking hell. What happened? Oh my god oh my god oh my god. I didn't open my eyes to see where I was. I hoped that if I didn't acknowledge the fact that I was still alive, it wouldn't be true. I knew that I was in a hospital, which explained the series of strange sounds. What I didn't know was how I got here and what the hell I did wrong to screw this up.

You can't do anything right. You can't even die right.

I heard a quick flash of chatter and noise before it was cut off. Someone had just walked in the room. I felt them sitting down at the foot of the hospital bed. Speak. I wanted to know who it was. Speak. Say something. Anything.
Silence.
I gave up on the hope that the person would talk and that I could lie here forever. I opened my eyes and sat up quickly. Bad idea. The whole world turned into a swirling see of green and purple, a hazy mess of color. A hand on my shoulder steadied me.

"Whoa there, Ives. Take it easy."

My vision cleared and I could finally see again. Andy, who was sitting at the foot of my bed, smiled sadly as he let his hand on my shoulder fall. "What the fuck happened, Andy?"

He inhaled deeply before stating, "Well, after I got your phone call I got in my car and drove over to your house. On the way there I called 911 and gave them your address. I got there before the ambulance did. Your door was locked so I kicked it down, which I will totally pay for if you want, and I..." He trailed off, leaving his sentence unfinished. My heart ached for what I had done to his. How could I have done something so selfish. I bet I broke him. I bet that he would never ever forgive me for what I had done to him. I deserved whatever was going to happen to our relationship, no matter how bad. "I just want you to know that my feelings haven't changed for you. I still love you. I always will. And I want to talk to you about what happened last night. Not now, not if you aren't ready."

"I'm so sorry I did this to you. I should have never hurt you like this."

"Don't be. It's my fault for not seeing it sooner."

"It's not your fault. Don't you dare blame yourself for this. I don't want to see you hurting because of me. I love you. I love you across the galaxy, and don't you ever blame yourself for this, Andy."

"Marry me." He could obviously see the look of shock on my face, because he followed up with, "Not today. Not if you don't want to. Just promise me that someday, you'll marry me." All regret of the failure of the overdose had left me. I wanted to be alive. I wanted to feel vibrant and I wanted to feel the sun and I wanted to feel Andy's lips on mine. I wanted him to be mine. I wanted to be his.

"Yes."