I was walking around down the darkened streets listening to my iPod and the song that came on was 'To Write Love on Her Arms' by Helio. I wasn't surprised that it came on because earlier I picked up the blade and added another reminder of sadness into my arm. I wasn't proud of myself, so I left to walk around. As I walked down the empty streets I saw a figure walk towards me: Tall, skinny, yet muscular. As we got closer to each other I became aware I wasn't wearing my jacket and there was blood on my arm. He was about to ask me something but then the blood on my arm caught his attention, there was enough blood to be worried about. He asked me if I needed to go to the hospital and I shrugged not knowing what to do. He took out his phone and dialed a number, he walked off a few feet telling me to just stand there and don't move. From the conversation I overheard, the only parts that stuck out were; "hospital", "need to pick us up", and "hurry". He walked back and said that his friends were going to take us to the hospital. I stayed silent because my voice was lost. He finally introduced himself as Tony Perry, so I introduced myself. In the back of my mind I knew it was him, just wasn't sure. We sat there on the curb silently. I watched the blood steadily flow down my arm making me feel dizzy from the lack of it inside. Tony's friends finally showed up and when I started to get up dizziness overcame me and I passed out, but before the dark could consume me the last words I heard were "Oh fuck."
I awoke in the hospital, vaguely remembering what happened earlier, when I spotted the man who basically saved my life asleep in a chair. I was surprised he was still even here, while I was in my thoughts the doctor came in; a tall but friendly woman, Dr. Lesette. She asked how I was feeling but I couldn't find my voice from how dry my throat was. She handed me a small cup of water and I said I feel better. She seemed pleased with my answer and said she is going to go check up on me in a few hours. I was again left alone with Tony. I looked at him wondering why he was still here, He started to slowly wake and my heart began to race. I didn't know what to do so I just started looking around the room, hoping to not make eye contact with him. I decided to look out the window; it looked about maybe 6 o'clock in the morning. I heard a slight moan come from where Tony was sitting, I daringly took a look at him and he was stretching away the sleep. We made eye contact for a short moment, then one of his friends popped in the door. Tony gets up and says "Hey Jaime, what's going on?" Jaime, that name sounds familiar... Jaime looked at me and asked if I was ok, I was stunned. I did know him; he was Jaime from Pierce the Veil... I was so in shock I couldn't speak so I just nodded slowly. My heart starts to race again, the lightheadedness started and I felt like I'm going to pass out again. Tony notices when I start to slouch in the bed that something's up, he told Jaime to go and wait with the others. He walks over and sits on the side of the hospital bed; he looks into my hazel eyes with his dark brown ones. His eyes have some sort of pull in them that make me want nothing but to be in his arms. We sat like that for what seems forever, and then I leaned in to give him a hug. He hugged me back softly being careful of what condition I am in. I whispered in his ear "Thank you for saving me Tony. Without you I would have died alone..."
"I wouldn't let you die alone." He replied softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.
When he said that it struck my heart and I started to cry. He held me a bit tighter and stroked my hair telling me it was going to be okay. I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks; I was letting myself reach out to him. Slowly the tears stopped, but I didn't want to let go of him so I stayed in his embrace. He didn't know how much it means for me to have him there, if it wasn't for him I would be six feet deep. I stayed curled against his torso until a knock came about five minutes later. Tony looked behind him and it was another one of his friends; this one I could never forget his face because it was Vic Fuentes. Vic wandered over to the bed and brought the chair Tony was in not too long ago. I was still against Tony's chest with my eyes probably red from crying when Vic finally sat down. I could feel my veins throb with each heartbeat as we just all sat there looking at each other, Vic finally decided to speak. "You alright there?" He asked motioning to my arm which was still on Tony.
"Yeah... I guess so, still hurts a bit. Just not much though." I replied in a small voice.
"Does your mom know what happened or do you not want her to?" Tony asked softly trying to look at my eyes.
I answered, "I don't think she should know... It would hurt her to know that I am like this." I closed my eyes and buried my face into Tony's chest once again. He held me and started softly drawing small circles on my back; I could hear every heartbeat while I was like this. I could tell Tony and Vic wanted to talk by the silence so I got off his chest and lay back down fully on the bed. Tony said he would be back and followed Vic outside the room. I laid there thinking about a lot of things, like how I wish I could tell my best friend about this but she's in Canada with her new legal guardian: Blake Bliss. I will have to write to her when I'm out of here. I closed my eyes what seems like only a few minutes then I heard soft footsteps enter the room; I didn't bother to open my eyes. I heard the footsteps approach my bed and pressure sink part of the bed. I opened my eyes to find Tony looking at me with a curious look. I gave him a small smile and slowly sat up and crossing my legs. "Hey, what's going on?" I asked.
"Nothing the guys are going to leave and go find something to do. I decided to stay and look out for you. The doctor said you were going to be able to leave later today and I was thinking maybe you and I could spend some time together and get to know one another." He replied with a smile on his face. I couldn't help but smile and nod in agreement.
