Nightmares Map Reality (Markimash) [#Wattys2015]

Chapter 9- Alone when Together

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I'm afraid of waking, please don't shake me.

Aaron/Yami's POV:
I awoke to an empty hospital bed with a pile of clothes sitting on the counter in front of me: my clothes.
I sat up, looking aimlessly around the silent room and went to lower my feet to the floor.
When I did so, I was interrupted by Mark bursting through the door, looking surprised to see me awake.
"Yami, do you need help?" He asked worried, and strolling towards cautiously.

"No, I think in fine," I reply as I go to stand but wince at a pain in my chest and fell back to the bed.
Mark ran to my side to help me within a blink of an eye.

"Do you think you're capable of leaving?" Mark asked hastily.

"Of course, I'm fine!" I said proudly, trying to stand once more and taking Marks hand to help me up. This attempt utterly failed so I remained sitting.

"C-Can you get dressed yourself?" He asked looking down, embarrassed and blushing.

"I don't think so.." I said, "can you hand me my clothes?"

Mark nodded, reaching for the pile behind him and handing it to me. He walked to the door and shut it softly, so I could change in privacy.
As I go to pull off the gown I yelp at the pain in my chest once again and Mark helps lift it off. I sat there in only my boxers as Mark stared at my body. My face resembled a tomato by the shade in my cheeks as Mark helped by slipping a t-shirt over my head. I slid into my jeans by myself but continued to receive awkward stares by Mark.
Mark got on his knees and slid on my socks and shoes, then stood to help me stand once again with him.

As he filled out paper work I walked slowly to the bathroom, trying to maintain my balance.
I'm thrilled to soon be rid of this prison environment, but was also very grateful for receiving my care.
Once in the cold, tile covered corridor, I stood in front of the mirror and tears filled my eyes as I saw the shell of a man starring back at me.
The bandages, my face, my body: it's just as it was in the dream. Exactly like my dream.

And Mark... Why didn't he talk to me? Does he think I didn't hear him? Does he think I'll forget? He promised to tell me that he loved me everyday and he hasn't made the effort yet...
My sorrow and anger was on the urge overflowing so I tried at my best efforts to calm myself down.
He'll say something... Won't he?

Marks POV:
I was filling out paper work and talking to the doctor while I watched out of the corner of my eye, Aaron stroll off into the bathroom.

"He may have memory issues and you need to stay close while he sleeps to check up on him." I tuned into the doctor saying.
"Of course." I responded handing the pen to the doctor as she slipped it into her scrubs' pocket.
"Also, change his bandage once a day, preferably at night, and if he has trouble sleeping, give him one Melatonin before bed." She reminded me and extended her arm as I snatched it and shook her hand.
"Thank you." I turned to collect my British friend only to see him standing right behind me.
"Ready to go?" He asked with a slight, sad-looking smile.
Why is his face so red and why do his eyes look so glossy?
He looks to had just been crying but I decided not to bring it up.
"Yep." I replied, disregarding his appearance and walking out the door with Aaron under my arm: helping him walk straight.

The doctor said that he may have memory struggles... I hope he didn't hear me when he was in his coma, because he hadn't brought it up. I do love him but I wanted to tell him in person and I decided to wait until he's recovered. I don't want the first time he hears me tell him to have been a time when he couldn't reply, it's not right. I love him so much it kills me but now's not a good time... But someday it will be the time and when that day approaches, I will pronounce my undying love and hope that he accepts it.

The car ride was meaningfully quiet. Mostly because I was the only one awake: just minutes after leaving the hospital, Aaron was in deep sleep.

I want to tell him but I can't: to bring up what I had previously said when he was in his coma but I'm afraid that he didn't even hear me. He's recovering and that should be the main priority, but my chest hurts every time I see him. Every time his eyes lock onto mine, my stomach churns and I feel faint.

I mustn't.

As I pull into Aaron's driveway, he awoke and just sat looking out the window.

"Uh... Yami?" I asked, gaining his attention astonishingly fast.
"Yes Mark?" He asked, sounding a bit energetic and hopeful: a change from the previous tone.
"Um, we're here." I spoke a bit monotoned, the slight smile on his face disappears and he does as well, stepping out of the car and wobbling up the pavement.
"Are you alright?" I asked, a bit flustered. He ignored my question, opened the door and jetted through the threshold.

Aaron/Yami's POV:
I want Mark to talk to me about what he said, I want him to fulfill his promise!
I thought he was going to but instead, "Uh... Yami?"

Is he going to say something about it?

"Yes Mark?" I asked, turning towards him, the edge of my lips forming a slight smile.
"Um, we're here," is all he said.

He's really going to try and forget isn't he? Does he think I'll hate him? Does he not love me anymore? I bet the situation made him fake it, get my hopes up, and break my heart.

I was absolutely crushed.
Without another word, I ran profusely inside, avoiding any questions or remarks.

I guess he really doesn't love me.

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