Cage of bones

14.

Only one perspective left

"Open up your eyes... There we go, good boy. Good boy. How many fingers? Hello, how many fingers am I holding up?"

Go fuck yourself I'm not talking to you. 

"Hello? Can you hear me? Good morning, Sir. Sorry about the light, I'm checking your pupils. Can you squeeze my hand?"

I can but there was only one hand I want to squeeze and it's not this one.

"His blood pressure is up."

"Pain. It's been a massive surgery."

"Give him pain relief and see where it goes. It's not critical yet."

Yes, it is. It is critical. 

"It's critical."

"His blood pressure is sinking. Adrenaline, please."

"On it."

"Is his body rejecting it?"

A life without him, yes...

"Good. Good, he's stable."

"Has he woken up?"

"Yes but he won't talk."

"Any family?"

"No. Or, one, but that's not relevant."

"What do we do?"

"Just wait. He will talk if and when he feels like it."

I will never feel like it.

"Hey, pretty boy."

"Shh, don't call him that!"

"But he is one. Oy! Sleeping beauty!"

I groaned.

"It worked!"

"Guess he's a sucker for compliments just like the rest of us."

I tried to speak but only groaned again.

"Take care. You've been asleep for a few days. Don't push yourself."

Oliver... Henry... What are you two doing here?

I looked at them, but it made my head spin so I leaned back again.

"Shit", I said.

"I had hoped your first word would be 'Oliver'", my lovely boy said.

"Really?" Henry asked, sounding genuinely surprised. "Personally, I had hoped for 'dick'. But 'shit' is pretty funny, too."

I fell asleep to both of them holding my hand, one each, while continuing their banter. It wasn't that bad.