the stucker's blood

present: part 26

You woke up the next morning, laying in the same position as you fell asleep. The sun's beams were shining through the entire room. Your look led from the un to the James's bed.

Wait a minute.

As you looked there, the bed was gone. Only the nightstandwas left. 

Your heart started to pump fast as if you just finished the marathon. Even thought you were connected to some hospital devices you had no idea what were for, you jumed out of bed, run out of the room and tried to get orientated in the hospital. 

White door, escape door, waiting room, white door, another white door....

"Excuse me ma'am!". Some older nurse with hard British accent started talking to you. "Ma'am! Wait! You can't be just running through the hospital in pyjamas!", she started yelling at you as you were running in the opposite direction she stood. Consider her age, you assumed that running away from her is the best idea. She had no chance of catching up with you. 

As you run behind the corner, familiar face appeared. 

Shit.

"Mrs. y/n! What in the hell are you doing out of your bed? You are supposed to stay in there as long as doctor says so! What are you even doing here?",the 'nice' nurse that was doing you the tea suddenly almost shouted at you. 

Why is everyone in the hospital so unfriendly? Not like you are the sweetest one.

"Uh, I....I have this really important question." You get out of yourself.

"Okay sweetie. Let's go back to your bed and you can ask me on the way. I was coming to you anyway so at least I've got company."

Those people are weird. One second they're shouting at you and second one they're calling you sweethart and enjoying your company. 

"Where is he?"

"Oh, you mean Mr. Barnes?"

"Yes... so where is here? What hepened? Yesterday he was there and then I woke up and- and he's gone?"

"Look y/n, I know this might be hard for you to hear...", her face got serious. You didn't like a part of it. What the hell was happening?

"Can you just tell me what the fuck is going on?" You yelled at her, full of fear and madness.

"There was an accident this night. Mrs. Barnes got fataly injured and..."

"AND? WHERE IS HE??"

"Y/n... He died 3 hour ago." 

The whole word started spinning around and was getting darker.

The other patients started walking out of their room and each was saying something.

"He never felt anyth- You lost everyone in your lif- How does it feel to be the threa- You are an dissapoin-"

The "nice" nurse started to laugh at you evily.

Your whole body started sweating and your legs felt as if they stoped working. You felt yourseft falling on the ground- hard as rock. 

He was there- not he but he. Holding the gun- finger on the trigger- in front of your forehead. 

"Father? What-? What are you doing-"

He pulled the trigger.

__________

The sweat was running down your whole body as your lungs were trying to catch some oxygen. The clock were showing 2:38 am. It was dark and quiet. Your heard someone's hard- breating and then you remembered- James. You immediately looked to the right. He was sleeping there, peacefully in the bed. Everything was "normal". 

A nightmare. 

You were still trying to catch the breating. Suddenly there was no air in the room as if you breathe it all out. At least there was a ballcony in your room.You stood up, opened the ballcony door and slowly walked out trying not to make a noise so that you don't wake James up. 

It seemed to be full moon the night. Or something around ful moon. Does it even matter? Basicly the moon was really round. You heard some meadow bugs chirping. Nothing special, just normal night in the city. 

You started thinking about the nightmare. There was so many quetion you wanted to ask. But who? No one would've been able to say something not useless. You were worried about how long it will last... the thinking about it. What would you do if James was really dead-

The ballcony door opened. As you turned aroud you saw James in his hospital pyjamas- you had the same one. He looked cute in it though.  Once you saw him you realized you haden't seen him since the accident in the woods with your father.

"Hi", you said quietly.

"Hey", he said back. You were staring to each other's eyes. You noticed how beautiful his steal blue eyes really are. The moonight was shinig on them. 

Suddenly you hugged him. It didn't take him a long tome to hug you back. It was long, tight hug. He smelled really good. It was mixture of fresh lemon and something you couldn't say what it was. Tohether the smells were really well- harmonized. You never wanted that moment to end. You always felt safe around him, but being in his arms- you felt the safest in the world. For a minute you forgot about the nightmare. Everything was so easy with him. 

How? You felt something, but you could tell what it was. Maybe deep down you did, you just didn'twant to admit it....

"So? What happened with your father?" He asked after the hugg 'ended'.

"He...He is dead. I killed him"

"Oh- I'm so sorry-"

"Don't be. He was an asshole. I regret nothing."

"So you don't want to talk about it?"

"No, I mean there is nothing to talk about. He is dead and I'm okay with that...How are you feeling by the way? You lost like a whole ocean of blood." You said and slightly laughed.

"Honestly I'm feeling pretty good. What about you?"

"I'm also feeling good. Oh and I'm sorry if I woke you up. I tried to be as quiet as I could be."

"Don't worry about it, it's okay... You seem kinda anxious. Did something else happened?"

"No....I mean yes, kinda but that's not important"

"Y/n, you can tell me", he said while looking directly in your eyes.

"I had this nightmare. I haven't had a nightmare since I was a litle kid. I know it's not real but it felt so real.... I'm sorry, i know I sound childlish I-"

"No you don't. I'm having nightmares too. It's not childlish or anything...Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, but thank you."

"No I thank you for telling me", he said and smiled.  

You were staring in each other's eyes. Again. But now it seemed different then few minutes ago.

He looked as if he was trying to read your mind. After a second he put his hand up and gently put it on your cheek. His hands were warm and felt safe. In a moment he pulled you closer and kissed you. You didn't hesitate and kissed him back. Neither of you was thinking, but what you were doing felt right and real. 

You felt something for. The kiss just confirmed it. The kiss felt like the rightest thing you could ever do. 

Whas is love? Or just feeling of friendship?