Do I love you? (Ryatt)

Five- Stitches

CHAPTER FIVE:
Stitches

In which Matt Watson finds himself in the hospital.

(slight NSFW)
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~ From the Mind of Matt Watson ~

Lights...

So bright...

My head is pounding...

Where am I?

Where's Ryan?

Ow... shit... my insides feel like they're on fire...

What's happening to me?

I need to wake up...

I need to wake up...

Wake up!
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Matt's eyes fluttered, he was attached to machines. Tubes seemed to wrap every which way connecting to his fragile body...

He had been unconscious for what felt like days.

The sterile smell of the hospital burned Matt's lungs.

How did I get here?

Matt soon realized there was a weight on his hand, it felt warm... it felt like... Ryan.

He looked around the small hospital room cautiously, it was dark and seemingly empty except for him and Ryan. Matt turned to see his dark-haired friend resting his head on the hospital bed as he sat in an uncomfortable looking guest chair. Ryan snored lightly, his hand still grasping Matt's even in sleep. Matt smiled, using his free hand to pet Ryan's tangled mess of chocolaty locks.

His chest hurt, and he winced as he moved his hand, weaving his fingers through Ryans coarse hair. Matt smiled at Ryan's unconscious form even though the pain made him feel weaker.

He tried to turn his body towards his friend, earning a shooting sensation that seemed to run though his thin body as if he had been struck by lightning. He let out a quiet breathy cry. It sounded like a small wounded animal being caught in a trap.

Ryan lifted his head to see Matt clutching the cloth that covered his chest, his eyes were squeezed shut. He smiled sadly, bringing himself closer. He took a finger, gently brushing a lock of Matt's hair out of his thin face.

The tall boy's lashes fluttered, revealing eyes that resembled a clear blue sky. Ryan's Thick brows drew together in concern at the boy's pained expression, rubbing a strong thumb against Matt's jawline. Matt quickly turned his head away from Ryan in embarrassment earning himself another gasp as the pain made itself known.

The dark haired boy took his hand away from Matt's freckled cheek, afraid that even one touch could shatter the delicate boy's porcelain body. Ryan drew his hand close to his chest, acting as if it were a deadly weapon that had almost gone off. He sighed to himself as he sat back in the uncomfortable chair that he had already spent most of the night on. He unlocked his phone, and began to scroll through social-media.

Ryan was engrossed in the lives of others shown through various photographs, text and videos. He was fascinated at how people manipulate their image by feeding their audience carefully chosen content. He smiled at a picture of a cute dog as he lost his train of thought and continued to scroll mindlessly.

He heard small whimpers and little huffs coming from the direction of his downed companion. At first, he paid it no mind, as to not embarrass Matt farther with his interjections...

He saw how well that went down only moments ago.

Ryan snorted, as if interested in something else. But the sounds continued, Ryan looked up to see Matt untying the hospital outfit they had put on him. The light fabric fell from his shoulders, revealing his pale chest which heaved with much exhaustion and pain from each movement. Ryan couldn't help but stare at the thin boy's creamy white torso. He watched as Matt's blue eyes landed on a newly stitched incision under his ribcage. His dainty hands traveled from the curve of his hips, then to his slender waste, finally fingering the three inch laceration. His slim fingers elegantly brushed the dark threads of the stitches. Not noticing he had an audience; Matt bit his lip, the pain of the fresh cut jolting his body.

Ryan blushed, he tried his best to give Matt privacy... But his eyes kept finding their way back to him. He looked away in shame, his cheeks dusted rose as he once again found his gaze land on the boy next to him.

Ryan's face felt hot as Matt once again brushed his slender fingers brazenly over the laceration. He let out a cry of pain... but also... pleasure? Ryan felt something shift in his pants.

Shit Matt. What the fuck was that?

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A/N

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