Prone To Injury

Eight: Fin.

Silvestre Ochoa had always known he was a bit of a dumbass.

He wasn't all that smart by academic standards, and he wasn't one to put self-preservation over love. But Silvestre Ochoa had a kind of unparalleled optimism that only a guy like him could hold.

Even as he said on a hospital bed with a cast on his leg, he smiled as he reminisced upon his date with Rayyan.

"Silvestre Enrique Ochoa, what happened?!" cried his Mother as she barged into the hospital room.

He only gazed into the ceiling with an awestruck look in his eye as a sigh left his lips.

"Rayyan." she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose with her pointer and thumb.

"I am so sorry Mrs. Silva! It was an accident!" said Rayyan as he rose from the chair beside Silve's into the hospital room.

"Everything's an accident with this one."

"But it was actually an accident. He was running from Mr. Mozacowski's dog and fell down a hill."

"Of course he did."

Silvestre couldn't care more as he laid on the hospital bed, loopy from the pain medication. He didn't need it of course, but there wasn't a better excuse for getting high than lying about pain. It was most likely a placebo effect, but either way, he felt great.

"I'm gonna go see if I can discharge you. No more accidents, you hear me?" said his mother sternly before walking away.

"Tootles," whispered Silvestre as he turned to his side.

"Rayyan! Rayyan! Come here," said Silve, waving the boy over.

Rayyan shook his head with a small laugh as he walked over to Silve. The bedridden boy took Rayyan's hand in his, kissing his palm before cuddling into his knuckles.

"I'm tired," whispered Silve.

"Then sleep," said Rayyan, leaning over Silvestre to pull the thin blanket over him.

"No. It's not often you get high off of pain meds," said Silve, pulling Rayyan closer to him.

"Silve, they gave you a baby Motrin."

With a dramatic gasp, Silve sat up from the bed. Pulling Rayyan to sit down, Silvestre rested his forehead on Rayyan's shoulder.

"So I'm not high?"

"No, no you're not."

"Why do you call me sun-ray?"

Rayyan's smile was wide as his eyes held a glimmer of amusement.

Silvestre had been sound asleep before Rayyan spoke, holding onto the smaller boy as if he was a pillow. Silve had a habit of falling asleep in Rayyan's arms and dreaming of him though he was millimeters away. He couldn't help the comfort he felt when Rayyan held him tight or the warmth that pulled him to sleep.

"W-what are you talking about."

"I mean, since that day you got a concussion, you've called me sun-ray in your sleep."

"What?!" said Silve, trying to mask my embarrassment.

Rayyan laughed, his forehead falling over Silve's hair.

"You talk in your sleep, Silve. Unless there's another man then you're subconsciously calling me in your sleep."

Rayyan's eyes twinkled beneath the dim light of my room, his smile soft as he cradled Silve in his arms. The boy could only gulp as he nestled his head in Rayyan's neck, breathing in his soft scent.

"I dunno. I guess I've always thought of you as my sun ray," he said with a sigh, "you make me happy by just existing. You're the light of my life and whatnot. Jesus, you made me into a sap, Ray."

Silvestre meekly looked up to meet Rayyan's eyes, and his stomach erupted with butterflies as he saw Rayyan's bright smile.

"You're my light too, Silve."

Silve could only burrow himself into Rayyan's shoulder, hiding his blazing blush.

"I love you," whispered Silve.

"And I love you," whispered Rayyan.

It had been six months since their first date, five months since they made it official, and two weeks after their first I love you. His leg had healed up fine, meanwhile, Rayyan had been excepted into almost all of his dream colleges.

The two were inseparable, basically conjoined at the hip. They thrived when they were together, even when they argued, even when pain struck at them, they always managed to hold each other tight.

Silve saw a future with Rayyan, a kind where he wasn't afraid of being himself. A future where Silve was simply himself and Rayyan loved him for it. Even after half a year of seeing each other, neither could see themselves getting bored of their relationship. With Silve's escapades and Rayyan's stronghold, the two were like bread and butter.

No matter how injury-prone Silvestre was, Rayyan would always be there to aid his bruises.

FIN.