Mishaps (Troyler Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

Troye's POV

I can't open my eyes. They feel swollen shut. I can hear the beeping of the monitors as they break the surrounding silence in the room. I know I'm alive and breathing, but what day is it? What time is it? Is Tyler alright? For a minute, I stop breathing and listen for traces of other sounds in the room. The beeping made it nearly impossible. Suddenly, heavy breathing enters my eardrums as I try to distinguish the person making the noise.

The breathing noise gets heavier and closer to my face, and I stiffen. I don't know why, I just do. I can't figure out who it is, which is probably why I'm so scared about who is breathing next to me. I hear a sigh, and I relax. Tyler. Of course it's Tyler.

"Are you alright, Troye My Boy?" he asked. He stole that from Korey. God, Tyler, why, just why.

I nod and smile through the tube, which is still lodged down my esophagus. I moan, trying to get at least one word out. I keep moaning, making different pitches, and noises, with the mouth space I have. My tongue is stuck off to the right side of my mouth, and my teeth are hurting from being forced to bite down on it.

I feel an extra body rest on my bed, the left side where my leg is, staying afloat the sinking bed around it. Tyler didn't seem to understand what I said.

A doctor came in, told a few words to Tyler, and forced my eyes open. I couldn't see very well, without glasses or contacts, I was nothing with sight. All I saw were fingers, light, and blonde hair. Well, I saw something that was a darkish yellow. I feel a hand adjusting the tube that is imparing my speech, and with a weak arm muscle, I bat the hand keeping my eyes open away. I shut my swollen eyes quickly, wincing at the pain that it brought to my eyelids. The hand tries to open my eyes again, but I forcefully keep them closed, to avoid any of the pain I am about to witness. I, again, feel the tube moving inside my chest, as it snakes up and out of my mouth. I cough, feeling relief as I heavily breathe and feel my mouth close.

I completely lost control of my mouth. I could open it, but I didn't have the strength yet to close it. I would snap my fingers, signaling for Tyler to close my mouth. I could say a few words, just enough to make a small conversation.

"T-tiiiiiiilllllerrrrrr," I said, trying to make out words out of my weak and uncontrollable mouth. "C-commmmee heeeere." My mouth remains open, though, for yet, again, I have no power to close it.

"What is it, Troyler?" he asked, meaning he was asking the both of us.

"Ooooooppeen mmiiiii eeyyyyes, Tiiiiiiler." I felt my eyes being pried open, and there, staring at my eyes, a face with a large smile covering it. In his eyes were looks of utter concern.

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Heeeeeyyyyyy. THE BIG 700 HAS CROSSED OUR PATH! Whoppee!!! I'm so grateful for all of you. <3 But anyway, I have some things to say this time, and it may take a paragraph or two to get my words out.

This past week, school has gotten really stressful for me and my grades in English/Literature are dropping, and for a progress grade, I got a C, which I've never gotten on a progress report, so I'm really rattled and upset and afraid my parents are going to murder me.

My teachers are stressing me out and I just want to leave the school and go to homeschooling. I know that won't happen because "school is a social and challenging experience for you." as my mom would say. She doesn't get it though. So, for right now, I'm going to focus on my studies and I may or may not update next week because of that. I'm really sorry, but I'm too stressed out and depressed.

Until next time!

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Ok, see you next week? Maybe? Two weeks? Nevermind. Bye!!!