Mishaps (Troyler Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

Tyler's POV

I'm glad to see that the tube is away from Troye's mouth and he can breathe on his own. He deserved the reward after I made the mistake of using a taxi instead of my usual uber. Well, I thought, I guess that's my karma for doing that awful thing to him. My fingers were still holding Troye's swollen eyes open as I kept staring at him with a look of concern. I spaced out entirely, continuing to stare at him with a weird look, and he reacted to it. His eyes dialated, and his breathing deepened, and I could tell my actions made him uncomfortable.

"Can you keep your eyes open?" I say, losing a little grip on Troye's eyes. As I do so, his eyelids stay put, telling me I could bring my hand away. But, as I was loosening my hands, Troye shook his head no and I kept sitting. Troye's mouth was open so I took on hand of Troye's eye and closed it for him, even though he didn't snap his fingers or do any movement to tell me to do so. His feet squirmed a little bit, and he looked at me. I shook my head, telling him he shouldn't be moving like that. He has a splint inserted onto his right ankle.

Troye willingly lifted both his arms to remove my hands from his eyes slowly, so he wouldn't hurt himself. Seeing what the doctor did to him earlier made me uncomfortable, because of how afraid he was making Troye. I felt that he was rebelling against the doctor's actions. For example, I honestly don't see why Troye had to keep his eyes open. The doctor didn't need them for anything. He just wanted to pull the breathing tube out of Troye's chest.

Once my hands were fully removed from Troye's eyes, his body relaxed. He started snoring a little bit, which told me that he was about to sleep. I removed myself from the side of his bed, which sent a spike of pain into my right side. My arm was still in its light blue cast, I don't know why I had expected it to be removed. I moved myself to a chair by the door, watching Troye, mesmerized. How could something as bad as that crash damage a person physically and mentally? My look was plain, but my mind was wandering.

Once my thoughts trailed off, I continued to look around the room. My mother wasn't there, for I was sure she came with me to visit Troye. I looked at the door, which has been closed, and out the small window. My mother was not there either. Funny, I thought. How could she leave so swiftly and quietly and I hadn't noticed? Then I realized she may not have come to the room with me after all. I shrugged my shoulders, knowing my mom was either in the cafeteria, or in my room, sitting in the chair she was in when I had left.

I stared at my foot, which was still blue and swollen. My middle toe, still pointed downwards was also big, and it throbbed as I looked at it. I stood up out of my seat, and then I felt the pain, a pain I ignored for a while. So that explains my limping, I thought to myself. I never sat back down though, since Troye was sleeping soundly in his bed, I decided to head out, slowly, now realizing the pain in my foot, getting mad at the doctor who told me to start walking.

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HAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEE! I'm back! So I took a two week break, my C is back up to an A, and I have finals starting next Tuesday. I might take next week off sorry. Or I'll write when I'm in California this weekend, I don't know. But 800 reads!!! That's so close to 1k! Thank you so much! Well, I'm just messing around in my publications class so if better go.

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