The Present Day (March, 2023)
Appendicitis Is Cupid's Middle Name
Your POV
The shock of seeing the beautiful blonde who I had completely embarrassed myself in front of standing over my face was enough to make me sit up right. The monitor next to me increased as I realized that my heart was literally racing. Just at the sight of her. Imagine at her touch. That thought is enough to cause a spike in my heart's pace until a nurse comes over and gently gets me to lay down.
"Jenna." I say weakly and when she gets close to me, I gently pull her close. "Don't go."
She looks at me with a face of despair, regret and guilt but just swallows it down and smiles. "I'll be back before you know it."
"Why her?" I hiss, even though I don't mean it. Jenna had practically saved my life. Or at least from having my fucking shrimp sized appendix explode on me.
"You trust her, Y/N." She says softly and grazes my cheek to which I blush. She was right. I do trust her. Even after all these years. Fuck. I'm such a loser.
I see her walk out and the panic sets in. I know that I'd be here, rotting away for at least a day or two. And now Reneé was here. She was the only person here.
God fucking damn it.
"Clyde." She murmurs as she pulls up a seat next to me.
"Don't call me that." I whisper weakly and close my eyes. I don't want to see her right now. I can't. I fucking can't. I can't bear to. Fuck, I hate myself. I push back tears that definitely aren't from the pain in my lower stomach and are actually from the pain that throbbed in my body like a twin heart. Instead of pumping blood it pumped cold hard led into every vein in my body, making me shiver and sag down like a boat being weighed by an anchor. It made my body slow in sadness. No longer nervous, no longer butterflies, no longer relishing in the beautiful spark of a crush. For a moment the only thing I could feel was an overwhelming sadness, it hurt in such a way that it felt like my organs were spilling out and I'd have to pick them up, one by one, in a gory gooey mess and shove them back inside of me, beg them to behave.
"I'm sorry." She whispers against my ear and it makes me shudder. I'm not sure if she's saying sorry because she called me Clyde or for...everything else.
In a moment, a doctor comes in as well as some nurses. "Alright." She says, flinging her gloves on as her nurses did the small stuff. "You can wait outside now. We'll have to take her into the operating room in a few minutes." Reneé stands up to leave and I reach my hand out, pulling her by the wrist.
"Stay." I plead and her widened eyes return to normal as she nods slowly, sitting back down. The entire time they're prepping me she's holding my hand, caressing it ever so slightly with her thumb. Even if it was a simple surgery, I was still scared. And I needed her right now. I think I needed her at this moment more than I needed anyone else.
As they start to pull my bed into the operating room I turn to look at Reneé with eyes of panic. She squeezes my hand and kisses my forehead sweetly. "Don't worry baby, I'm not going anywhere."
The Present Day (March, 2023)
Laughing Gas Isn't So Funny
Reneé's POV
I shift uncomfortably in the room that has been assigned to Y/N for her time at the hospital. I'm biting my nails off and it sucks because I had just painted them. I can feel the flaky paint on my lip which I don't even bother to spit out, I just let it ferment on my tongue, swashing around. I know that getting your appendix removed is like the easiest surgery in the book and yet I can't help but worry profusely.
Would you worry this much if it was Alissa?
Fuck me. Fuck that thought. That is so fucking stupid. And yet I can't help comparing them all of the time. It's not fair for Alissa.
Fuck I meant for the both of them.
Finally the door opens and on the bed they're pushing in is Y/N, alive and well. The doctor, who I had learned was Dr. Ramirez signaled for me to come speak with her as they set up Y/N into her new room. "So she's still under anesthesia but she should wake up soon. If she doesn't in fifteen minutes then please let us know. While she won't be unconscious, the anesthesia will not have completely worn off. Think of it like someone when they get their wisdom tooth out." I nod, jotting down everything in my head like an invisible notepad. "When she's able to walk, you'll have to take her to walk around the hospital and then she'll be let go. You'll also have to bathe her." I blush and the doctor simply raises her eyebrow slightly, almost like a reflex instead of an accusatory glance. "Got it?"
"Got it." I say, realizing that as the doctor leaves the room it is just me and Y/N. I open my phone to check my notifications until I hear a sudden giggle.
"You're so pretty blondie." Y/N giggles again and I realize that she's awake. Apparently drugged Y/N didn't remember today's morning. She extends her arm and traces my lips which causes me to just have a dumb expression on my face. "Very kissable lips."
"So I've been told." I say, trying hard to look normal, to not turn beet red at the drugged confession Y/N was making
"Ya know if your lover wasn't there." So she does remember. "I was tryna ask you out." She giggles and blows a raspberry. "Oh well. Wanna see my gnarly scars?" She pulls her shirt up to expose her lower abdomen, where sure enough, there are stitches around her belly button from the procedure.
What? So she was interested in me? Did I blow it? Fuck!
You can't be thinking like this. You can't, you can't, you can't. You have a partner. I turn to say something back but Y/N is already snoring, her hand still intertwined with mine.
We spend the rest of the time at the hospital watching movies, playing board games and trying to walk. At first it's awkward but I guess at one point Y/N decides to push away what happened in the sake of not spending her time at the hospital ill and ill-accompanied. We get to talking and laughing and it almost feels like when we first started being friends.
"Rematch in UNO?" She teases, wiggling her finger at me after beating me for the tenth time in the row.
"No." I laugh indignantly. What? I'm competitive.
"Oh come on." She pleads and at her puppy dog expression I almost fold.
"No not again." I groan and she rolls her eyes at me.
"Coward." She smiles teasingly but it hits hard.
"I am a coward." I say chuckling but Y/n realizes that I'm serious, that my demeanor has changed.
"What?" She murmurs breathlessly, looking me deep into my eyes.
"It's true." I shrug and I try to lean back in my chair but my eyes widen in surprise she grabs my wrist and pulls me close.
"You're the bravest person I know. You wrote a song about one of the most terrifying experience anyone could ever have so that you could connect with people and help them-" She knew about Snow Angel? "You came out to your parents even though you lived in a conservative hick town. You say everything on your mind. The Reneé who used to be my girlfriend was definitely not a coward. I'm sorry, but you're wrong." She mutters but in this moment we are those breathless teens again, inches in between us, about to kiss and panting. Before I can do anything she parts our lips with her hand.
"You have a partner." She reminds me softly, so caring it makes me want to throw up. "Don't do something you'll regret. Don't break my heart again."
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A/N: LONGER THAN USUAL BUT YOU GUYS DESERVE IT BC I DIDNT POST CUZ I WAS SICK
also angst oops
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