Hearing the world

Bird song

**third person pov**

The hospital room obtained an ear splitting silence as they both waited. As one sat in anticipation and the other in a nervous wreck. They both waited.

Two birds had taken up the role of singing an inappropriately happy melody on the windowsill just outside the room. One, shaded in a darker blue in contrast to its partner, fluttered its wings as it tilted it's head to brighten it's pitch.

Shining brightly the sun cast a warm glow over the otherwise glum hospital grounds. It was low in the sky, just resting over the emerald grass. Splashing a stripe of yellow into the dim sky, and weaving shadows of orange though the grass.

Phil held his breath and waited. Patience. He did not rush Dan. Patience. He did not urge him to open his eyes quicker. Patience. He did not say a word. Patience. He sat, and waited.

Dan could hear the subtle intake of breath coming from Phil opposite him. He needed to open his eyes. He wanted to see the world again. He wanted to see Phil again. He wanted to watch the birds sing their tunes not just hear them. He wanted to see the golden spread of sunshine, not just feel the rays on his bare skin. He hoped the operation had worked.

Dan lifted his lids. Slowly. He opened his eyes.

Phil looked at the boy opposite him. He did not say a word. Neither did the other. All he simply did was place a gentle finger and thumb upon his love's chin and dropped a kiss onto his pink lips. He then laced his fingers through Dan's and held on tight.

They both got up and walked from the room. They closed the door behind them. They closed the door to the sweet sounds of the bird song. Opened the door to the sun, and went home.