Survival [completed]

GONE.

“JASPER! YOU ARE GOING TO KILL ME!” I yell at him as he pushes me on the wheelchair, outside the hospital. We’re in the garden of the hospital and Jasper has decided that I needed a little ‘speed’ in my life. Apparently I wasn’t living on the edge of life. Basically, he’s gone mad. I mean the guy came in today from school telling me how we’ve all not lived life till it’s fullest yet and all that. Depressing much?  

“Chill, little sis, I’d never kill you…on purpose at least, no promises that I might not do it accidentally though.” Jasper says as he suddenly pulls back on my wheel chair thus causing me to jerk backwards.

The only reason I’m stuck on this chair is cause I can’t exert myself too much, I can walk perfectly fine by now. Whenever Tristan came to visit, we’d walk up here. Of course he’ll try to support whenever he could but I was self-sufficient. The pass few days have been one of the best ever. I was recovering- My ribs were healing though they’d take another three to four weeks to fully heal, my legs were definitely getting back to normal and I got my voice back. Tristan and I were again in a good place. Like always seeing him never failed to put a smile on my face. Jasper came to visit everyday, and sometimes, he brought Beatrice along. She knew what had happened and forgave him. Elliot and I were much closer now. I really have started to care for him and even look up to him. I haven’t asked him about knowing about me for longer than he led on but then again, I doubt I had even come to terms with what actually happened. I was still living in the moment. I still haven’t dared to look at myself in the mirror. I think that was still a work in progress.

“Jasper, what the hell is wrong with you? You’re taking YOLO to a whole new level. I get that we’re in a hospital and if I do actually get injured, I’d get immediate medical attention but that’s not really what I’d like.” I tell him turning in my chair to look at him.

Jasper sighs and looks at me solemnly, “I don’t know they had this talk in school for Seniors and how we have to sieze the moment and all that. So I was thinking how I haven’t been doing that. Like I haven’t been doing what I really want. All the while, I’ve been doing what others want and I don’t think I’ve been actually being reckless you know?”

“Jasper, are you out of your mind? Seriously? You have been doing what others want? You are the single most selfish guy I know. You only do what you want. The only time you actually do what others want is for your parents and lately they’ve been letting you do what you want. I have to shed a couple of tears so you’ll ever do what I want. So stop feeling like this. You do live life the way you have. Plus, if you don’t think you have, then you have loads of chances to solve that. You’ll truly be on your own in college, you can do whatever you want there, live life however you want it.” I tell him trying to get him off this extreme yolo phase. It was scary.

“You think that?” He asks me.

“Well if you don’t feel like you’re living your life, then just start going for more parties and get wasted. That’s what people your age usually do. Stop trying to kill your siblings.” I tell him pulling the wheel chair out of his grip.

Jasper laughs and lets me go. “You have a way with words you know. Thanks for that. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” he says grinning.

I would have answered him then but Tristan had appeared at the entrance of the garden and I had missed him today. So I ignore jasper and jump out of my wheel chair and run to him. Tristan grins and walks to me closing the gap between us. I throw myself at him and he catches me, like always. He had football practice today and he clearly had just showered before coming. His hair was damp and he smelled fresh, that ocean breeze scent. I took it in as I hugged him.