7 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 ~ dnf

two...

Two days...

I don't know what happened.
Everything went black.

Today,
I almost had heart attack.
One minute I was in the kitchen
making myself coffee,
and then the next,
i'm in the hospital.

Without even a blink.
Everything is just so blurry.
My vision
is weak.
I really don't know what happened,
because my memory
is hazy.

My eyelids are heavy
and my chest
is a burning hell hole.

Dream,
is in the hospital
again.

They wouldn't let me in the room
and when I ran to the door,
they held me back
with strong force.
I couldn't get to him.
He was right there
lying on the hospital bed,
and I was trying
to get to him,
but I couldn't.

My eyes
were filled to the brim
with tears.
I was crying
terribly hard.

Because the stupid fucking doctors,
would not let me in the room
with my love.
They would not
let me see him
and I feared
he was dying.
Right there.

I needed to see him,
but they would not
fucking
let me.

I was so mad.
I kept yelling
so immensely.

And when Dream looked over to me
from the bed,
I cried so hard
I think I passed out,
because I couldn't breathe,
and Dream
was crying too.

I know he wanted to see me
but I could not get to him,
no matter how hard I tried.
I begged
and begged,
the doctors to let me in.
They only frowned and shook their heads.
I was so confused.
I kept crying,
until I had actually passed out.

And when they finally let me see him,
I held onto his hand so tightly
I think I almost broke one of his fingers.
I kissed him so much,
him and I both
could barely breath

We literally made out on the hospital bed
with all the doctors watching us.
But I really didn't care,
because he was right there.
In reach
and I needed him.

Seeing him in that bed,
killed me.
It hurt me so much
because I thought he'd never return there
and I fucking hate this hospital.
The memories
haunt me so bad,
and the sights
of Dream
connected with the IV lines,
just live rent free
in my brain.

It is a sight
I wish to not see
and I thought I wouldn't have
to go through that nightmare again.

I hate that place.
I hate it so much.
I've said this before,
but seriously,
I hate it.
With a strong,
burning passion.
A fiery flame in my heart.
It brings so many bad memories
and it only makes more.
Because hospitals
are not happy.
They are not fun places to be at.

And i'd much rather
be sitting on my bed,
snuggling Dream.
Instead of this smelly hospital,
that smells strongly of hand sanitizer,
and latex gloves.
I climbed in the bed with him.
The doctors told me not to,
but I didn't care.
I needed to be right next to him
and he needed to be next to me.
Because his heart rate on the monitor
went back to normal
when I laid next to him.

I held him
and played with his hair.
I kissed him five times more,
and I kissed him everywhere.

Because today,
he could die.
And if I didn't kiss him then,
I may of never been able to at all
before he passes.
So I always make sure
to kiss him when I can.

That way,
I won't ever forget
the way his lips
feel against mine,
the way he tastes,
the way he smells,
the way he gently,
brushes my hair behind my ear,
the way he smiles at me,
the way his eyes sparkle,
the way he laughs,
the way he feels,
the way he acts,
the way he talks,
the way his lips part,
the way his hair falls over his eyes,
the way he lights up my world,
and the way I love him.