Hurt [BoyxBoy]

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

(James)

Wearing this thing I felt like a completely loser.

"Hey, stunning" Daniel joked.

"Don't rub it in! I feel awfully enough."

I sat down next to him again.

"Sorry."

"Yeah yeah."

He looked at me.

"What?"

"You're chewing on your lip" he smiled.

"What's so awesome about that?"

"It's cute."

What. No. Tell me this is a joke. Mister Handsome just told me I'd be cute. Is this a dream? I don't want to wake up ever again. Please.

"I'm freaking nervous, Daniel.." I quickly changed the topic.

And yes I was nervous. And afraid. Damn. I'm too young to die.

"Don't worry, it'll be all good."

"Hopefully..."

"James, my dad knows what he's doing."

"I do believe in your dead. I'm just nervous on general."

I breathed loudly.

"James, I'm here okay? I'm not leaving now. And I'll be there when you wake up."

"You should go home instead."

"Why?"

"You'll get all bored."

"I can't get bored when I am praying for a friend."

I smiled a bit.

He was super awesome.

(Daniel)

The nurse came in and made some things on his bed. Then she rolled with him outside.

His eyes full of fear he looked at me.

"Good luck!" I yelled.

Then they left the corridor.

I walked to the waiting area and sat down.

My poor James...

Wait... Did I just say, no think, that?

My James...

My James.... I repeated.

Wait... I am not gay...

Am I?

My James, mine.

It didn't sound too bad.

Focus on praying, Daniel!

My inner voice was always there when I needed it.

Yay.

"Dear god, please protect James..." I mumbled.

But I really couldn't focus on anything.

My mind was spinning around, about my new envelopment.

It was obvious that I had feeling for James.

But I thought they were more like for a brother.

How deep are they?

- hour later -

I waited, and waited, and waited.

What should I do?

It was cold.

It was all white.

And I was getting nervous.

It took a way too long.

"Daniel?"

I looked up and saw my father.

"And?" I hesitated.

"Everything's all right. I think we could really fix it, but..."

"But what? Dad!"

"He hasn't woken up yet."

"Coma?!"

No, no, no.

"Not yet. It might be that he's body is stressed out and needs some more time to get healthy. We just need to wait a bit."

"And now? Can I go to him?"

"Son,..."

"Dad!"

"You're almost dying to see him!"

Yes, dad. I am. Because I like that guy.

"Please?"

"Don't stress him in any way."

"I'd never do that."

I followed him into another room.

It wasn't the intensive care unit.

But still there were a thousand wires around James and this annoying "piep-piep" thingy next to him to measure his heart beat.

My dad left.

I grabbed a chair and sat down next to James.

The first few minutes I could say hardly anything because I didn't want to burst out in tears.

"James..." I finally got out of my mouth.

It was just a whimpering.

I didn't like seeing him this way.

It shocked me, but same time it made me sad.

"James, wake up..."

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