Kiss it better

4. Someone like you

Confusion

That was the only thing I knew when I woke up.
My surroundings were all white and only one thought came to my mind.
Am I dead?
Is this what heaven looks like?

Weird I thought it'd be more clouds and less heart rate monitors.
The door opened and a man in a flowing white robe walked in. An angel. I could almost hear him telling me 'be not afraid'.
The fabric of his garment flowed gently behind him because of an invisible wind. He looked exactly like what you'd picture an angel to look like. The flowing white robe, the majestic aura, that sinfully beautiful face that could give Justin Bieber a run for his money. He had an ethereal glow which quite frankly might just be my imagination but I chose to believe it. There weren't any wings or halo so either cartoon lied or he's underdressed or he just couldn't wear them because they shrunk it the laundry.

I drifted into a sweet sleep knowing that I had a very handsome guardian angel to protect me. I have no idea why he's scribbling God knows what on a clipboard while looking at the heart rate monitors but I trust him, completely. I mean, he's hot, so why not.

Six hours later(imagine it in that SpongeBob narrators voice)

I jerked up from sleep like someone who just had a nightmare. You'd probably think it's strange but believe me when I say it's actually a normal thing for me to, you know, jump up from bed like it shocked my butt.

Where's my angel
I looked around the room.

"Superman"
No one was there.

"Mason"
Am I all alone

"Ebby"
Wait a sec, who's Ebby "

Then it all hit me. The memories of yesterday, both the good and bad. Actually just the bad because frankly there were no good starting from my discussion with Sebastian, to me running out of McDonalds, to the guy who tried to rape me that I now remember as Ebby, to Mason coming to my rescue and getting punched in the gut. My heart wrenched at the last thought.
I remember passing out after having an asthma attack which probably led me here. Just trying to find out where here.... is
I studied my surroundings and came to a conclusion that
"You're up" Mason was suddenly on the bed beside me and I have no idea when or how he came in. Well probably through the open door.

One good look at my face and he wrapped his arms around my body and leaned my head on his chest.
Mason has always known what I need without me even saying it. It's like he spoke my silent language.
He ran his hand through my hair and pulled me on his lap.

"It's okay to cry" and that did it. The last of my self control snapped like a rubber band. The endless tears cascaded down my cheeks like waterfalls. My shoulders trembled violently as I convulsed with tears that soaked up Mason's shirt within seconds.
Mason cradled me in his arms and rubbed comforting circles on my back. I cried and cried and till my eyes became swollen but I didn't stop. Not until all the pent up tears became well... unpent. Crying it all out was just what I needed and it was as if Mason knew just that. Who am I kidding of course he did.
He's my best friend. We've been attached by the hip since diaper days. He most definitely knows me better than I know myself so it didn't come as a shock that he knew crying would help me feel better.

Sitting there in silence, the only sound being our breathing and my occasional sobs and whimpers, my mind took the liberty of doing a little time travel. Back to sophomore year.

*Cue in time travel song*
Flashback two years ago

"Hey Mace, guess what" I sang in a high pitched way.