Waves // Bronnor Oneshot

After (Part 2)

Kelly and Simon arrived at the hospital faster than I thought.

I called an ambulance when it happened and I was now at the hospital, waiting outside the room for a response of the doctors.

I didn't know what was going on, but I hoped their parents would give me a response.

'Brad, sweetheart.' Kelly whispered to me, hugging me softly before crying on my shoulder.

'It's nice to see you.' I quickly answered before I asked them if they knew something about Connor.

They interchanged looks before slowly sitting down.

'Didn't our son tell you anything?' Simon muttered, his voice sounded broken.

'Anything about what?' I shivered slightly.

Kelly exited the room as Simon patted the chair next to him, inviting me to sit down.

'Connor... He got ill a few years ago, when he was 14. We couldn't do anything... The doctor said it was inevitable. They tried all type of medicines, but nothing works... They told us that is life expectancy was of 3 years... He can not survive. The last time we visited the doctor was a month ago, the same day you first both had your first date... He told us he was slowly getting worse. H-He... He told us that is life expectancy is now two months. T-They are trying to make his life longer here in the hospital... But n-not that longer.' He started crying, but not noisily, just in silence, just like a broken man.

'N-No.' I quickly shook my head. 'C-Connor's not. C-Connor is okay. You might be confused or something. Connor can't... Connor is... My Connor isn't...' my vision blurred with tears before Simon pulled me in a hugh.

'I-I'm so sorry Brad, we've tried everything... I thought you knew it...'

'NO! CONNOR IS NOT GONNA DIE!' I shouted, quickly pulling away from him and exiting the room, going outside the hospital.

And I shouted there; I cried the hell out of me, falling to the floor and stamping the floor with my hands before curling in a ball, broken, hurt.

Everything made sense now. His panic attacks, saying that I should forget him; the hurt I saw in his eyes sometimes; the day of our first date, in which we made love for the first and last time of his life.

Everything turned so dark now.

And he was my only form of flashlight.

***

Everyday after that day, I stayed at the hospital, with him.

I used to sit with him in the bed, ignoring all the wires and tubes connected with his body. I used to talk with him till late night, making him laugh, trying to make him happy.

We both tried to ignore the fact that he was slowly dying. We both acted like we were just in our rooms, laughing and talking like we used to do before all this happened.

But we deeply knew that our days together were counted.

That day, Connor slept more than usually. I held his hand while he was sleeping, kissing his knuckles softly, hoping that one day, the doctor would come to the room saying 'Everything is fine, you are recovered now, you can go home and live an entire life'. That never happened.

The day his parents told me what really happened to him, he couldn't stop saying sorry for not telling me nothing when he woke up. But I told him that we were stronger than that. He really believed me.

And now, he was stuck in that bed, and that hurt me more than anything.

When he opened his eyes, I smiled softly.

'Morning babe.' I laughed quietly as I watched him rub his eyes, trying to forget, once again, the tubes connected to his nose.

'Where's my morning kiss?' He whispered, pouting.

'Oh, where is it?' I smiled as he frowned, kissing him slowly, enjoying every single detail about the kiss, saving it on my memories, for ever. Ignoring the taste of medicines, the only thing he could eat.

'Can you, you know...' Connor looked down, blushing. 'Can you cuddle me?'

I didn't want to say no. But there were lots of things connected to his body, and that was difficult (and forbidden). But, carefully, I climbed into the bed next to him, wrapping my arms softly around his tiny body, smelling his hair, pressed against my face.

He cuddled me, leaving a soft kiss in the skin of my collarbone.

'I've always loved the taste of your skin.' Connor whispered, not wanting to close his eyes, though he was tired.

'I've always loved you, since I was a kid.' He smiled widely, breathing deeply.

'Thanks for everything you've done for me.' Connor's eyelids dropped, finally driving him asleep. I carefully caressed his back, hearing his cute small snores that relaxed me like anything else.

I got up from the bed, not wanting to upset the nurses that were walking through the hallway and could see us.

I'm sure they saw us, but knowing his state, didn't want to say anything.

I held his hand once again, just watching him asleep, something I liked a lot. Honestly, I didn't like seeing him throwing up all the medicines running through his body, something he was always doing when he was not sleeping.

He woke up a few hours later. He squeezed my hand lightly, calling my attention.

'Hey.' I quickly smiled, but my smile fade away when I saw his eyes. That something, once again. That's when I knew that everything was ending.

'Braddie.' He whispered, softly. I sat up the chair, pressing the button that called the doctors, knowing that he needed the doctors, now. 'Braddie, listen. You have to enjoy the waves, you have to enjoy your life, even if it's without me.' At this time, tears were falling down my face, cupping his face with both of my hands, carefully. 'Enjoy your life while you're alive. I'll always be there, with you. In your heart, everywhere.' His face contracted in pain. 'I love you, I'll always-' he was cut by a gasp.

'I LOVE YOU!' I shouted, out of my limits. The doctors took me out of the room, but I started to move, trying to stay with him. 'DON'T TOUCH ME! EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE FINE, BABY!' I couldn't see anything through the tears.

The doctors finally took me out of the room, practically carrying me in their arms.

Everything was ending.

***

Connor died last week.

The doctors couldn't do anything. At that moment, Connor couldn't do anything. That 'something' got over him.

It hurts. It hurts how much I miss him.

But I remember everything about him. His sweet voice, telling me how much he loved me. The sweet feel of his fingertips running through my back, when he fell asleep against my chest. The warm of his skin against mine.

I can remember every single one of his words.

'We only live once. We choose our companion to our own wave.'

He was my companion. But he was turning into foam when I was only arriving to the coast.

But I didn't care. He will always be my companion, my only companion, to my wave.

He will always be more than foam to me.

He was wrong in one thing: he said that foam turned into the sea again, being forgotten by the waves. But that's not the truth.

He will never be foam to me. He will be with me forever, in my wave, while I'm still a wave.

I still can hear him by my side, whispering into my hear while we're laying on the sand of the beach.

'Close your eyes, Brad. I'll always be there, with you. In your heart, everywhere.'