Nothing Above You

Fourty

Enzo Marcelo

"Hi." I sheepishly grin when I wake up in my bed, my hand and stomach covered in bandages. The pain from the scratches and cuts on my skin under the bandages from the crash, sting, making me close my eyes for a moment before I smile when the first thing my eyes catch after the deadly sleep is the precious boy sitting on the edge of bed with his doe eyes.

"Enzo!" A huge smile plasters on his face and his green eyes start to sparkle like an emerald.
My heart explodes with joy when I see the sparkle in those eyes.

Yes, I, Enzo Marcelo is so in love with this man.

"You're finally up!" He cries, his body moving closer to me as I adjust myself in the bed, resting my back against the bed rest. "Finally?" I tilt my head, a small smile lingering on my lips. "Yes, finally." A wave of sadness rushes through my body when his sad eyes meet mine and he stops his hand that was reaching to hold mine. My sadness is soon replaced with anger as I see his right hand covered in bandages.

"Did that bullet hit you?" I sulk, wanting to hold his hand in my own and caress them. "Slightly." He manages, scanning the bandages on his hand.

"Why didn't you tell me on the call?" I question, my eyebrows scrunching together as I imagine the pain he must have felt while driving. "I didn't want to worry you." A short smile forms on his lips and I find myself staring at him. "How can you be so careless?"

"Careless? What about you?" He tilts his head, his anger towards me surfacing before he looks away and sighs. "Two days. You were passed out for two days." He whispers, his sadness filling the room and I gulp not liking how I called him careless.

"You have no idea how dreadfully long they were." He looks up from his hand, rubbing them together as he plays with them. My throat goes dry when I look at the saddened boy, my heart craving for his warmth.

"How are you?" His tiny voice makes my heart melt. "I don't know but, glad to be alive." I try to lighten the mood but Mateo's face falls deeper in sadness.

"And you?" My eyes yearn, as they softly look at him. "Barely alive." His voice cracks, his eyes shinning with so many emotions. "I was so scared to lose you." He confesses, making my heart race in my chest. My eyes slowly fall on his nose, going to his lips and then falling at his hands. The hands that I so badly need to hold and feel his warmth.

"Shouldn't you be happy that a crazy person like me would finally leave you alone." Again, my humor is dry as I don't know what to talk. My mouth is dry, my throat is tight and I'm drowning in this new, unraveling feelings.

"I don't know." He sighs, his eyes dropping on his hands as he plays with them. "Maybe I'm getting used to this annoying, crazy man." His face holds a soft smile as he grins, looking up at me.

I suck in a sharp breathe, realizing that not only I am in love with this man, I am in love with his smiles, his every expression.

I am in love to see him happy.

Clearing my throat, I cough as I feel my cheeks heat up. My body is burning, radiating heat and I need a moment to breathe. 

"Uh, can you help this annoying man go to the bathroom?" I point at the bathroom, with a guilty smile lingering on my face. He breaks into a wide smile before helping me out with the walk.

Hell like I needed help. I have been in more severe injuries before this and I have managed myself. Even now, it isn't really a difficult task for me to go to the washroom by myself with the pain that is all 0ver my body. It's just, I got used to the pain.