Beautiful Minds (NG)

Chapter Thirty Five

*EL'S POV*

I run my hand across the roses, a few blackened petals falling to the floor. They were so beautiful, a deep red color, smelling of happiness. They made me happy, or at least as happy as I could be. No matter what I tried, they wouldn't let me see him. Family only. Chad is the only person that has seen him. And Chad is far too emotional to see me. I guess it's for the better. I mean Nash's girlfriend is completely fine without knowing any of his well being what so ever. Hint the sarcasm. I'm too angry to feel depressed. But I'm too depressed to feel angry. All I know is that 'Nash made a smashing recovery after the attack, and lucky for you he can finally eat!', british nurse.

I have to fill out more court papers, and as much as they want me to be a part of Jaspers trial, I worked my way out of it. I have no desire to see him in jail or out on the streets. I just don't want to hear his name ever again. But I do have some things to be thankful for. Rose has left us the hell alone, and as I recently remembered, she lives like 5 miles away. And whatever was put into my system by he who shall not be named, has seemed to completely vaporize. Despite a little vision alterication at least.

On the other hand, I would be completely thankful if I was living on the streets with my boyfriend, as long as he was ok.

Deep in thought, I lock all the windows and all the doors to the apartment. It's been 2 weeks since the seizure and move in, meaning I have everything set up and livable. All rooms except the guest, which is going to be a filming room. Me and Nash were going to do it together. Are, going to do it together. I push the door open to that sacred room, carefully opening the box by the door for the thousandth time this week.

I lift up the soft fabric and bury my face into it, allowing all the memories to flood back. I wonder if we will ever be the same again. If things could possibly be the same, be ok.

I set down his hoodie and go find my shoes. It's time for the daily 'I'm going to run to the park but actually I knew the whole time I was going to run to the hospital and hope they let me in'. This time, I decide to actually run enough to break a sweat. Half the time I get part way there, end up crying and then walking back home.

I run through the doors of the hospital, just after getting a text about how Nash's family is leaving soon.

"Can I help you madam?" Says the nurse behind the counter.

"Grier?"

"Are you family?"

"Yes?"

She looks at the paper and smiles.

"Hello Elizabeth! Could I see your ID?"

I sigh and say nevermind. I'm walking out the door when I hear a voice behind me.

"Ms. Thompson?" I turn around to see Nash's doctor smiling at me. I smile back and walk up to him, giving him a hug.

"How is he?" I ask, scared for an answer.

"Good and lonely. He talks about you non stop and how he is going to sue the hospital for not letting you in." My heart swells, and I can tell the doctor notices.

He takes my arm and leads me towards a room. Once inside, he hands me a gown and a mask.

"What is this for?"

"Don't you wanna see your boyfriend?"

I nod quickly, slipping on the garments and rushing down the hall to his room.

I open the door, not bothering to knock. I'm greeted with all the flowers I sent, and of couse, the beautiful boy I get to call mine. I make my way over to his bed, looking at his soft features, his eyes closed, asleep, and his blushing cheeks. He is more healthy than ever.

I gently sit on the bed, pulling my mask down and stroke his hair. His nose wrinkles up before his eyes open. He looks confused for a minute, but when his eyes gloss over I know he knows it's me.

"El..." His hands, both his hands, reach up torwards my face, his thumbs running across my cheeks.

"I love you so much." I say, running my hands over all the healed scars on his arms, releasing myself from his grip and kissing every single one of the marks.

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?"

"I get out tomorrow. It was gonna be a surprise. Everything is ok except the seizure. They aren't 100 on what happened but it's no use staying here."

Tears make their way down my face as he laughs at the look on my face.

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

"I can't. I'm not even supposed to be in here."

"Tell those doctors to go fall off a cliff. Your mine now, and you're not leaving."

I lean down, hesitating when my forehead touches his."

"Don't worry, I'm herpes free." He connects our lips and for the first time in a long time, I feel home. His arms wrap strongly around my back, not as strong as before, but still with the same patient desperity as always. My hands make it to his hair, and it's alright. I can finally hug him, see him, talk to him, see him, again. His hands go under my shirt, just the slightest touch bringing goosebumps to my skin.

"I love you stupid." I whisper against the skin of his collarbone. His arms wrap tightly around me, his face burried in my hair.

"I love you even more, beautiful."

Just at that moment, the door flies open and the doctor comes running in.

"Oh sorry, I forgot you were in here. His heart rate is extremely high. Oh, and you now have permission to be here so you dont have to hide anymore." He smiles, walking back out of the room.

I sit up, moving over next to him and slipping my feet under the blankets, I cuddle into his side.

"Has your butt always been this big? Because I mean wow. WOW." I slap his arm and roll my eyes laughing.

And for the rest of the night, we talked endlessly, about whatever we wanted. We laughed, cried and just loved eachother, because this is what we had been waiting for. A moment that nothing could make better, not even a clean bill of health or million dollar check. A night to live in the moment. Just me, and the love of my life.