Ryan

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I was super nervous to see Ryan. I could tell that Will was too. It's not that I was scared of what he would look like or what he will say, I was more scared that I will see Ryan and he will be hurt. I don't want to see Ryan when he is hurting. Mostly if something worse happens and he doesn't make it. I want to remember him as a goof ball and a really good friend that would spend $5 on a chair massage. Not the Ryan that I saw in the hospital, in pain and sad. I had to make Will and Ryan happy so I sucked it up and was on my way to the door with Will.

Will once again grabbed my hand because he knew that we both needed comfort and started to open the door. It was quiet and calm in Ryan's room. The only noise we could hear was Ryan's breathing. Will tightened his grip on my hand and I looked up. Will was a mess but he was amazing at covering it up.

We guessed that Ryan was sleeping so we just stood there for a while. It was silent. A good kind of silent. The kind of silence that you would find on an empty beach, serene and calming.

Will looked at me with an "okay I'm ready" look. We turned to walk towards the door when we heard Ryan ask, "So are you guys a thing now?". We both looked over to see that Ryan was sitting up in his bed looking at us, then at our hands which were still clasped together tight.

I started, "I wouldn't call it..."

Will cut me off and finished the sentence, "I wouldn't call it a "thing". Its more of a relationship. Right Bea?" He smiled. I blushed and I'm sure that enough of an answer for both of them.

We talked for a while until the nurse came in and told us that we had to leave.

We decided to just go home.



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