He Changed Me (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Fifteen

 

            It’s been really hard staying focused in school today. The tips of my thumb and index fingers are tender from how I’ve been nibbling on them. I’m nervous. I’m nervous for him and I’m scared for him. He’s been through a lot and I don’t know how much more he can take. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all and he’ll be semi-okay after seeing his sister. I hope so. Maybe that’s exactly what the solution is.

            My fingers moved on their own accord, tapping fiercely on the steering wheel as I waited for Seth. I sighed with relief when I saw him crossing the street from Starbucks. For a second I thought he had changed his mind.

            “Hey,” he greeted.

            “Ready?” I asked. He nodded and I drove off. I had already put the address in the GPS.

            “What if Vince is there?”

            I laughed, but it is one of those angry laughs. Just hearing that man’s name makes me want to beat the shit out of him. “I hope he’s not,” I said in a singing voice then turn to look at Seth. “Because if I see him I’m going to break his fucking leg.” I don’t know what his expression was. I’m driving here so I can’t exactly stare at him. Vince is a pathetic excuse for a human being and a waste of space.

            I turned the radio up to distract my thoughts. Seth appreciated that, I think. Seth was watching the GPS as much as I was and the closer we got to the hospital the more nervous he got. The way he shook his bumped his legs and kept his hand folded over his knee gave it away. I’d be nervous too. I am nervous. And like I said, I’m scared for him.

            We reached the hospital and I found the visitors parking lot. Both of us just sat in the car staring ahead when I turned the engine off. Turning slightly, I looked at Seth. He had his right elbow resting on the bar on the door and the thumb of said hand was messing with the stubbles on his chin.

            “We’re here,” I said, just incase he hadn’t noticed.

            “I know,” he responded. “I…I. Hmm. I just need a few minutes to get my nerves together if that’s okay with you”

            “Take your time,” I told him and got out the car. The wind had picked up, I closed my jacket without zipping it and folded my arms across my chest the second I realized this. Seth exited the car and I met him at the back. He took a deep breath and smile. His smile was so sad, though that it made me sad. “I’m right here, you know,” I offered. “You don’t have to be so scared”

            “I was just telling myself that,” he said and laughed. Seemed like that was all he needed and that sad look was replaced with a determined look. I walked next to him all the way to the front desk, not wanting him to get lost in his own head like he always does and forgot that he’s not alone.

            “Hi,” Seth greeted the smiling lady. “I’m here to see Amelia Winters”

            She typed something in the computer, Amelia’s name, I’m guessing then asked, “What’s your relationship?”

            “I’m her brother”

            “Seth?”

            “Yes”

            “And you are?” She asked, nodding her head to me.

            “Moral support,” I answered. She had no further questions after my answer and handed us two visitors passes and told us her room number. We waited for the elevator in silence, rode it in silence until it stopped on the seventh floor where she was. Seth was keeping it together so far.