To Keep From Getting Burned (Sitkolson Sequel)

9| Insomnia.

(A/N: shh they're sleeping hehe... Except Josh *evil laughter*... ENJOY!)

Music: Run (by Awolnation)

  Hate (by Hawthorne Heights)

*Ryan's POV*

Even after the call from Chris informing us that Ricky has finally woken from his coma, Ghost forced me to sleep that night. Except, it was nearly impossible to sleep after you just found out that your almost husband wasn't dead. 'You look like shit' Ghost had said, pinning me to the bed and locking the door so i couldn't leave. I was on the brink of exhaustion, teetering back and forth between sleep and being alert.

Somehow i managed to shut my eyes for good and doze off to a lazy sleep. Only to be woken up probably two hours later to go to the hospital, since the visiting hours were strictly in the morning as to not interrupt the patients schedules. Ghost and I sped in and out of traffic until we finally got to the hospital. After getting identified and tagged, i basically ran to Ricky's room since it was on the first floor under 'suicide watch'. I'm sure you can imagine why they kept them on the first floor, so I won't explain.

Rushing into the room i almost squealed at seeing Ricky. I was so excited just to talk to him and ask him how he was doing, and to most importantly apologize for all of this mess. Except, he was sleeping. I guess i didn't do a phenomenal job a hiding my disappointment because Chris gave me a sympathetic look before trying to comfort me.

"I think he misses you..." Chris started. "But i haven't gotten to talk to him much, they've been doing so much testing...." He tried to explain, but i was hardly listening, let alone comprehending his words. I was simply trying my best not to attack Ricky with hugs and tell him to wake up. But last time, that didn't go very well. In fact, i took it one step too far which caused me to be prohibited from seeing him for quite a long time. I definitely didn't want that to happen again.

"He should wake up soon, the medicine should be wearing off." Chris continued as i sat down beside Ricky's unconscious body.

"Medicine?" Ghost inquired, pacing the room nervously. He was always a nervous Nelly, most because he hated hospitals though. I don't blame him, i hate it here too. But doesn't everyone?

"He was... uh... acting up earlier when he first woke up, so they gave him medicine to calm him down."

"Acting up?" Ghost ended up looking out the window, to the parking lot beyond. I can tell he was trying to distract himself from his surroundings.

"He was grabbing things." He was hiding things. "sharp things..." Chris stressed when no one caught onto what he was trying to get at. "And he was screaming about who knows what..." He trailed off along his story. All I could do was sit here and wait until he opened his precious eyes once more. But what if he doesn't? What if the medication sends him into another coma? I know these thoughts were unrealistic and that the doctors know what they're doing, but my mind was quick to thing of the worst things possible. It was one of my flaws, one of many.

I calmed my self by listening to the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. At least i knew he was alive. I felt like i was being put into a trance that couldn't be broken, until i heard a soft moan followed by Ricky's crystal blue eyes snapping open.

*Ricky's POV (finally hehe)*

I felt cold all over. The feeling was almost as prominent as the goosebumps lining my bare legs. Where was i? I was instantly blinded by the burning bright light just above my head. Moaning, softly i picked up my head, only to clouded with nausea and head pains. "Chris..." I groaned, knowing he was still here. Apparently, he was the one who stayed with me throughout this whole traumatic experience, or so I've been told. I remember nothing from the moment my head hit the bathroom sink when i fell from all the blood loss from what i did, to the moment i woke up exasperated at the hospital. I don't want to remember anything that happened that day who-knows-how-long ago, and i definitely don't want to talk about it.

From what I've been told, or at least over heard, I've been in a coma for a little more than a week. And let me just tell you, i do not want to be in this hospital one bit. I'm being practically stalked by all the nurses and sometimes even Chris. They don't trust me one bit because of what i did. They think that every time i move an inch, that i'm going to try to kill myself again. I couldn't really be mad at Chris though, he was the only one who stayed with me at this hellhole. My anger was really focused at the nurses, and more than them... Ryan. Shouldn't he be here with me through this entire thing. I know i probably sound like an attention-seeking idiot, but i don't mean to sound that way. I just think that it would be the right thing to do, to stay with your almost dead boyfriend while he was in the hospital. Instead he was Probably making out with Ghost, or taking any chance he got to find someone new to replace me. I couldn't help but be extremely pissed at him.

I think that if i saw him i would- "Ricky, You're awake!" Oh shit. It's about time for Ryan to show up, i mean, I've just been in the hospital for like a week. "I've missed you so much... I'm so-" He hugged me way too tight for my liking as he was about to finish his statement. I roughly pushed him off of me and snarled like a mad dog.

"Get off." I growled, trying to push myself off the bed, only to be hit with a wave of pain. This medication was fucking with my brain ever since they injected it into me after the... Incident... when i woke from my Coma. "Who told you to let him in here?" I accused Chris out of instinct and anger. I was so infuriated that i could have sworn my eyes were going to turn red like a demon.

Tears began to spring from Ryan's eyes as he made a small whimpering sound. It would have tugged at my heart strings... if they hadn't been cut a while ago.

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 Oh damn, what do you guys think about Ricky's reaction... and trust me Balz will be coming back soon... where do you think he's been lurking?

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