*Troye's POV*
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Yet another day of nothing but staring at Tyler's lifeless body. They keep telling me he's getting better and that he will wake up soon but I don't know what to believe. I can only hope.
The nurse comes in at about 10 a.m. to do her daily routine with Tyler and tells me the good news.
"The doctors say they have limited any possibility of brain damage and he will most likely lead a normal life- if that makes you feel any better" she states sympathetically.
"Yeah I guess." I sigh, "I just want him to wake up."
"Soon, Troye. Very soon. I promise."
I simply smile at the ground, trying to convince myself she knows what she's talking about.
Two more hours pass, still nothing. I refuse to leave this room until I see him open his eyes.
And finally, four hours later, it happens. He finally wakes up. I'm so overwhelmed with emotion that I don't know what to say or do. Does he even know who I am? With an extremely confused look on his face, I think it dawns on him that he is not dead. Then a sudden look of disappointment appears on his features. He doesn't want to be here. I need to say something. I can't just sit here and watch him try to put himself back to sleep. I slowly walk to the side of the bed.
"Uh, Tyler. Hey. I'm the one who brought you here. And yes- I know. You don't want to be here. You don't want to be hearing my voice right now. You don't want to be hearing anyone's voice. But hear me out- just listen for a second okay? I care about you. We never talk but that shouldn't matter. You just need to know you're worth it. Right now, it doesn't seem like it, and you don't think so, but things will get better. You don't have to end it all. That's the easy way out, and that's the way I almost took myself, but it's not the right way. Enough about that, let's talk. I want to get to know you. Don't think I'm just here because I want to spread all your secrets across the school and Internet. I'm not like that." Completely out of breath and extremely proud of myself I was able to say all that, Tyler turns himself around and sits up to face me.
"What the hell happened to you?"
"Well, uh, I'm not gonna keep secrets I guess. A few months ago, I lost someone I loved. Someone I really, really loved. They told me I wasn't good enough. I've been a wreck ever since. I feel like I have no one, and I can't take it. So a few days ago, I really beat myself up over it. Literally."
I take a deep breath and sit on the edge of the bed next to him, keeping my distance.
"Ha. I've been there. Definitely been there."
After a long period of awkward silence, I decide to attempt to start a conversation. "So, uh, who's your favorite celebrity?" Real good one, Troye. Smooth as hell.
"Oh Darren Criss. God bless him and his body. My dream."
I can't help but laugh. "Oh my god but can we talk about Harry Styles? What a dad."
"Yes my queen. What a gift from heaven above."
We both laugh. This went considerably better than I though it would. "So I guess we both know we're pretty gay, huh?"
"No. I'm very straight."
"Oh my god, shut up."
"I'm funny, Troye. You're supposed to laugh."
The way we're interacting you would think we were best friends. Thank god this went over well. At least for a little while. A comfortable, thought-filled silence lasts for about 20 minutes before Tyler decides to speak.
"Troye- why'd you do it? Why did you save me?"
"Because I care. Because I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't. Part of me knew you didn't want to survive, but I couldn't just let you die. Not after everything you've been through, every battle you've won."
"I hate this. I don't want to be here. All the mistakes I've made, every scar that's been left, I can't take it. I can't do this."
"I'm not going to tell you I know what you're going through, because I don't. And I'm not going to lie and say everything will get better soon, because the truth is, no one can control where the cards fall. But I do know what it's like to not want to wake up in a morning, I know what it's like when your only sense of reality is found through pain and forgetting everything. I understand what it's like when some type of euphoric high is the only way you can feel like life is even slightly okay. I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I can help you through it, because I can't. In the end, the only person you have is yourself. You have to save yourself. And when you do, you won't regret a second of it."
"Troye. I gave up long ago. I've never seen as quote unquote giving up, but it seems to me it's my only option. I let my problems control me. And never did I think I would spiral so low I couldn't find my way back up. You never notice how deep you're in until you can't climb back out. It's easy to fake a smile when you've been doing it this long.". When nobody has cared for so long, it's hard to accept it when someone finally does."
"Tyler. Come here. I won't let you leave. Come here." I scoot closer to him and he rests his head on my chest, sending shivers down my spine. The cute boy that I just saved, is now laying on me; crying. "And I'm going to make sure you don't go back to your dad. He doesn't deserve you." Tyler sits up and wipes his eyes.
"And I don't deserve you."
"Tyler shut up. Yes you do. Don't ever tell yourself you aren't worth it."
"No promises." He sighs.
"Now let's get out of here. Before they put you in some stupid mental ward or something."
"Where the hell are we going?"
"I'm bringing you to my house."
"Are you sure? Like- where am I gonna sleep? I don't want to make your family buy me food and stuff. I'm just going to be an inconvenience. It's fine Troye."
"No. No excuses. You're coming with me mister." I drag him out of bed and throw his clothes at him "get dressed and we're gonna make a run for it."
"I'm going I'm going!" He whines.
"Well? Turn around! You wanna see my dick or what?"
"No uh-sorry no. Just hurry up. We have to go."
We run out the back and somehow both make it to my car alive. Somehow.
"Shit Troye. You must have some cash."
"Ha. Yeah we don't need to talk about it. I don't like being a cocky douche."
"You know fuckboys can be sexy sometimes."
"I won't argue with that though." I turn to face him and smirk. Distracted by his face, I almost forget to put it in drive.
"Uh, Troye? You gonna start the car or?"
"Oh yeah yeah sorry I was distracted."
"By me? Wow Troye. Quite the flirt aren't you?"
"Tyler shut the hell up you smart ass" I snap at him. He's such a little turd but shit I love it.
"Sass master Troye on the loose everyone!"
I just roll my eyes and smile as a comfortable silence falls and we continue driving.
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A/N: short chapter. So how are you likin it so far? Lemme know. Also I didn't do an authors note last chapter because a.) I forgot and b.) I'm really not an interesting person at all and didn't have anything to say that really matters. Anyways, enjoy your day ok cool bye. Thanks for reading also:
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