Keep Dreaming Up Ways to Survive

Chapter 37

Felix lay next to Dawson, in his small twin-sized bed, awake. His overactive brain wouldn't let him close his eyes for more than a second. Dawson's room was dark, the only light being the dim alarm clock that read 2:46 am. Dawson had fallen asleep 2 hours early, expecting Felix to follow in his footsteps. Felix, doing the exact opposite, laid perfectly still, to not wake him up. Soon, a cramp came to his leg, from purposefully keeping it still. Felix turned his head to look at the alarm clock again, staring deep at the red light to forget the pain. As the pain subsided, Felix got up from the bed extremely slowly, the floor creaking when he put his full weight on it. Felix stretched his legs, but the pain that had a hold on his body stopped him from doing too much. Felix walked to the window near the bed and looked out. He saw the crescent moon but no stars, unlike the night Dawson and him were in the hospital. He opened the window, feeling slightly disappointed when he saw the small secondary roof under it. Opening it fully, Felix hobbled onto the roof and sat down in the middle of it. He brought his knees up to his chest and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He stared up at the star-less sky and wondered, "What would happen if I jumped off? I'm on the second floor, but it's still not that high. I would probably break my legs. But, if I fell head first..."
Felix grazed his fingers over the edge of the cold shingles, feeling how sharp they were. Felix started to push his finger into the shingle harder, he then heard rustling coming from the room.
"Felix? Oh god... Felix!?"
"Here," Felix responded.
"What... are you doing out here..?" Dawson sighed in relief.
Dawson then crawled out of the window, plopping himself down next to Felix. Felix stayed silent, staring up at the sky. Felix stared directly at the moon, hoping it would make something happen.
"I was beat up."
"What... I know-" Dawson began.
"I was beat up so bad I couldn't walk. I broke my arm. My right arm. I can't write. I can't do anything. I have a concussion. The pizza. The... fucking pizza... it fell. I have never had pizza before, ya know. And the one time I could... it fell. I don't even know what to do now." Felix shrugged.
Dawson swallowed dryly, "I'm sorry... your pizza experience was ruined. I'm sorry about your arm. And I'm sorry about the concussion. I'm sorry about everything. But you can't sit here and pity yourself. This pity party will do nothing to help you."
"I know..." Felix muttered.
"You say that, but will you listen? Just..." Dawson sighed, "Let's ignore it for tonight, ok? I want our first night to be good."
Felix's heart fluttered and a flustered smile came to his face. The smile didn't falter as a glob formed in his stomach.
"I'll try... like actually try this time," Felix muttered, happy.
"Now let's go back to bed, we're going to get only 4 hours of sleep at this rate," Dawson said, grabbing Felix's good arm.
He dragged him into the room, closed the window, and then hopped into bed. Dawson then laid awake till Felix actually had fell asleep, after making sure Felix wasn't going to wake up, he closed his eyes with a smile on his face.