Your Secrets Safe With Me (Brallon)

Anger

When I woke up, everything hurt, and I felt like I was dying. I immediately began to choke on whatever was in my throat. I heard a rapid beeping noise as I struggled to breath with the obstruction in my throat. Soon, I was surrounded by people in white coats, and Hannah was standing over me, stroking my hair and telling me to try to relax.

But I couldn't relax. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know who all these people were. And I didn't know where Dallon was. I was scared, and I couldn't relax as tears began to run down my face. All I wanted was for the pain and the fear to go away.

"Brendon, it is okay. I need you to relax and stop fighting the intubation. Everything is going to be okay." Hannah spoke in a calm voice as who I presumed to be doctors milled around the room.

Then my brain went fuzzy. The world around me faded away, and I could no longer feel what was going on around me. It felt like there was a bolt of lightning running through my body. I had no control. Then it felt like I was a warm pool of water, and nothing mattered.

When I woke up again, nothing was blocking my ability to breathe, but I was still petrified to my very bones. I couldn't remember what had happened before, nor could I remember where I was or why I was here. Slowly I began to deduce that I was in the hospital, which probably should have been more obvious, considering that through the glass windows, I could see people in scrubs milling about and that I was in a bed with an IV in my arm. But I could not remember why I was here, what had happened, and I didn't know where Dallon was.

"Hey Brendon, you feeling okay?" Dallon's sister appeared in the doorway, confusing me even more until I remembered that she worked in the hospital.

I nodded in response, not having the strength to speak or the thought process to force my muscles to form words. The only thing my brain could process was fear, which I hadn't had to feel in a long time. I was just beginning to feel safe all the time, and now the fear was back, and it felt stronger than ever. All I wanted to do was crawl under the thin blanket that covered me and hide from everything.

"I know you are scared, Brendon. You don't need to worry. The doctors got you all patched up, and we are just waiting for all of your systems to be fully functioning again." Hannah sat on the edge of my bed.

She had such tiredness in her eyes. The bags underneath them were a soft purple, putting all the stress she was carrying on her face. Even though I didn't know exactly what was going on, I knew it was worrying her and that she needed a nap. Hannah tended to do things like this, however. She would stress herself out over things that weren't her problem and always go above and beyond for people she cared about, and that made me even more scared. Hannah always kept her composure, even when stressed, so for her to look like this, something had to be very wrong.

"H-Hannah, where is Dallon?" I managed to rasp out, sending pain down my throat.

"He is at home," Hannah sighed, "he sprained his ankle pretty bad while out looking for you, but other than that a few anxiety attacks, he is just fine."

"H-home alone?" I asked her, feeling a lump rise in my throat.

"Oh my god! I can't believe I sent him home alone!" Hannah pulled out her phone, and frantically found Dallon's contact and pressed it.

She held the phone to her ear, but I could still hear the ringing. It rang three times before someone answered. When Hannah saw the concern on my and me straining to listen in, she put the phone on speaker so that I could hear too.

"Dallon's phone, Patrick speaking," As soon as I heard a voice, I released a breath I didn't know I had been holding.

"This is Hannah, Dallon's sister, is Dallon okay?" She asked, biting at her fingernail.