Chance [ gumlee ]

[ chap 5 ]

marshall

I let the thin hospital gown drop to my ankles. I kicked it off, and grabbed my clothes. I slid into my skinny jeans, put on my socks and shoes. I grabbed the pink hoodie that was sitting on the edge of the bathroom sink. I brought it to my nose, taking in the scent of it. It smelled really sweet. I smiled softly, as I slipped it on over my head.

The shirt I had arrived here with was covered in my blood. Gumball was nice enough to let me borrow his hoodie. It fit perfectly, but the sleeves where just long enough for me to pull over my hands. I grabbed my old shirt, tossing it into the trash by the sink, and walked out of the bathroom. I smiled when I saw Gumball. He was wearing his other pink hoodie, almost identical to the one I was wearing. His hands were tucked away into the pocket. He looked tired and deprived, but still wore a smile at me. I smiled back, biting the inside of my cheek. God, he's so fucking cute.

"Ready?" he asked. I nodded. We walked out of the hospital room, and down the cold hallway. It's always freezing fucking cold in hospitals. Glad I have a hoodie though.

We walked into an elevator, it being even colder. I shivered slightly, and pressed the down arrow on the elevator. The doors closed and it shook slightly, before going down. I watched the numbers on the elevator go down slowly. I looked over at Gumball, who was looking at something on his phone. I bit my lip, feeling my heart race. I looked at his baby blue eyes, which were focused on his phone.

We had gotten to know each other really well this past week. He visited me every day.

I was admitted on Monday night, and he had first visited Tuesday. He came back Wednesday, like he promised.

We talked about everything, from our favorite TV shows, favorite bands, to just things about our families and our past. I've never opened up to anyone like this in my life.

Gumball had told me that his parents were always pressuring him to be this perfect son they had always wanted. They were occasionally nice though. His older brother was a failure at life in his parents eyes, and they didn't want Gumball to become like him. He was so insecure, it made me upset, because he's so perfect to me. He deserved way better.

I had explained to him that my mom had died when I was 8. It was a rough time for me, we were so close. We both put up with my dad's shit together. Never knew why she didn't divorce him. All he did was drink and hit her. But she loved him so much. Even after the way he treated her. She had loved him ever since they met, and she never stopped, no matter what.

Gumball sympathized with me. He held my hand a few times, and our fingers had intertwined, which made my pulse rate go up. It was embarrassing, since everytime he did, the machine I was hooked up to started to beep rapidly. I would try to calm myself down, but it would just earn me a laugh from Gumball as a cute dark red shade settled on his cheeks. That sight did not help with my pulse rate whatsoever.

He also visited on Thursday and Friday. He stayed until visiting hours were over. Then as soon as he left he would text me, or some days call me until he fell asleep. It made spending time in the hospital so worth it.

The elevator dinged, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up, watching Gumball walk out of the elevator. I followed him out, and we walked down the hallway, and to the exit. We walked out, and the cool October wind blew past, surprising me. It had gotten cold fast. Then again, I hadn't been outside in a week. I rubbed my arms, shivering slightly.

"Cold?" Gumball asked. I nodded, looking over at him. His cheeks were pink from the crisp air.

"Well, it's a good thing I drove," he said, holding up keys, a sly smile on his face.