Crazy In Love (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2

~Zero's P.O.V~

I stood in Spikes room on the third floor of the hospital, waiting for the results of the test they just took. Luckily, they came back only 45 minutes after they took the tests. Seems long but in this hospital it is a very good thing.

"Well, the results are back and it looks like you have a few broken ribs and unfortunately one punctured your lung," Dr. Scott said as he taped the X-rays to the monitor on the wall. I had no idea what the flip i was looking at, but it obviously wasn't good. Spike was hyperventilating and his lips were a pale blue. He couldn't even look so he buried his face in my chest, avoiding the pain that action caused him in his stomach. I need to call Amy too. She might be at the house wondering were we are. Or my dad can do it. Yea ill just put the man to work.

"Dad, can you do me a favor and take my phone and call Amy? She might be wondering were Spike is," i said handing him my phone. He nodded at me and walked passed the doctor to go outside because theirs barely service inside.

"So, what exactly does that mean doc?" i asked curious. My mom was with Mack and my dad was hear. We figured it was for the best, but she apologized for everything she didn't know about and left. She might be all tiny at 5'1, but she is one strong woman. Same for my father just... allot taller at 6'3. The doctor sighed and smiled softly at me.

"It means were rushing Spike into surgery to get him all fixed up. Trust me, he will be fine we just have to get him prepped and Dr. Eidan will have him better in no time. They'll be here in a few, very few, minutes, but you can stay with him just before he enters the room for surgery," he nodded and left. Spike wasn't doing so well, he looked like he was about to faint after the doctor left.

Well, Spike has always been a bit... slow and weak, unable to defend himself and very scared of things like this. He's a premature baby, by 8 weeks and that's a fuck load of weeks. They tend to be less protective of themselves and more scared of the world. Spike wasn't always like this. He was a fun baby always playing with his brother and i, laughing, smiling. Then one day, his father had a heart-attack and died right in front of him, if not then in his own arms. Being only seven years old and going through that couldn't have been fun. His mom kept us apart during that time and i honestly didn't know till we started hanging out again. Then when my dad and his mom ended up dating and we started hanging out allot more and they got married, everything just fell into place and felt right. I don't think id have a life if Spike ever left me.

I sighed and smiled at a shaky Spike, and gave him some water. "Hun, i promise you'll be just fine, and you know i never break a promise." i assured him. He sighed and i took his beanie off his head, fixing his sweat matted hair that seemed to look more lifeless then usual...

A few minutes they came in to prep him for surgery, which didn't take long. He started to cry a little when they rolled him down the hall so i held his hand and swore under my breathe. Mack will pay, and not the way our parents want. My way. enough is enough. Spikes eyes were shut tight and his breathing sounded like that of a pregnant woman. He had to do that ever since he realized crying like a literal baby would make people laugh. I felt so fucking bad for him.

Tears escaped his tightly shut eyes despite his effort to completely keep them from doing so. As the gurney rolled down the hall, spike tightened his hold on my hand. I couldn't keep it in anymore, and seeing as i was waking i had to keep from shutting my eyes as tightly as he was. A tear rolled down my cheek and soon another one. I shook my head, realizing that was the first time i had cried since i was seven. Not really something i want to be reminded about.

They rolled Spike through double doors and told me i couldn't go any further. I sighed and whispered "i love you... and i will make this right." Then i walked of to the waiting room.

TWENTY-FOUR FUCKING HOURS LATER, the doctor said he was in the recovery room and that we'd be taken straight to him in 15min. He also said everything went well and that he'd be fine within a week or two.

Before that, my mom called and said that Mack was fine and she took him home... oh, I'm sorry, I'm saving my last fuck to give to someone who deserves it! Sounds wrong but you get my flubbin point.

Dad also said that Amy was at the house but she wasn't coming to the hospital. But that was last night. When he had called, she was on her way home because one, we weren't there, and two, because her parents were fighting again and she didn't want anymore people in the hospital. It was bad enough sweet Spike was in here.

"Sir? It's been about 20min. Would you like to see Spike now?" a young nurse asked in a calm tone. I smiled and stood, towering over her 5'0 seeming height. She smiled and lead me down a hall and through a few doors, and when we got to Spike, my heart was full of emotions that weighed it down almost to a drop.

He had a tube in his mouth to help him breathe and wires hooked up to him in about every spot on his body. Oh my God i didn't think it would hurt me THIS much to see him like this.

Can he even talk? Oh, i just want to hear that smooth, sexy, sweet voice of his to know hes o- wait... did i just say sexy?! Well, think, not say, but same thing... then i felt something in the pit of my stomach whirl around and goosebumps form onto my arms and legs. No i didn't feel like throwing up and i wasn't nervous but... what was it?

"uhhgnn," i herd Spike grown over the steady beeping of the heart monitor. He lay-ed still and looked pale as if dead and i felt a pain in my chest at that thought. Hell dafuq no he was NOT dying! If he dies, ill kill Mack then kill myself. Id be going to jail for life anyways or a long time at least. My life would be over anyways.

"Spike?" i whispered next to his hospital bed. It was a recovery room so it was filled with other patients and there families. It was a large room with very dim lights and sleeping recovery patients. You could barely hear a whisper even though you knew there were definitely people talking.

His eyes fluttered but remained shut, and his mouth moved alittle but nothing came out. He was struggling to speak and i wanted to just rip that stupid thing in his throat out and make him feel better with fucking magic fairy dust! But i knew he would be okay and now he'll just be on the road to recovery. And i know what you re thinking. How the hell can a knee to the ribs break so easily? Well, lets just say, Mack isn't the star of the team because he can throw a football. Hes the star because hes holds the record in our state for best kicker. So i guess i can say i should be lucky Spike isn't dead. For Mack, not so much.

"Z-Zer-ro," Spike struggled to say.

"I'm here hun don't worry your fine everything's fine you'll be better soon i promise," i said to assure him. It was more to assure myself though. After that he didn't say anymore and the nurse said that would happen.

"Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt, but i have to inform you of something," the doctor spoke as i turned to him. "It is nothing to freak out about but the reason we took so long was because we had to do open heart surgery. It pierced his heart not his lung. I apologize for the mix up on our part. He will stay in the hospital for three days depending on his progress and be fully recovered in a weak. I must say he is extremely brave." He smiled and left.