Tears and Cries

What's Wrong With My Boyfriend?

Trent was surrounded by machines and tubes. He was bandaged around his head and stomach. I felt like I was gonna throw up. The doctor came in, Dr. Bergan, and asked he could speak with me.

"Nice to see you Miss Lander. So you know your boyfriend is in some trouble. Here is all I know for now: Trent was shot in the back and when he fell, suffered major trama to the head. He will survive, but as time progresses there will be some disese affecting the brain such as alzheimers or schizophrenia. There is also a possiblilty of him getting Turrets syndrome from the bullet. He will have to undergo surgery to remove the bullet because it is possible to get out. We just have to wait for the pain medication to wear off first to explain to him the issue if he doesn;t already know." explained the doctor.

This was coming much to fast. So Trent was shot and will be affected by this in the near future. Dr. Bergan saw the shock on my face and he led me to where everyone else was sitting in the room. Trent's eyes flickered open.

"Hey babe." he said to me.

"Hey babe, are you okay?"

"Ya but i hurt all over. My ass hurts like a bitch." he muttered. I laughed quietly. Trent could always lift a dull mood.

"It'll be ok. I'm here with you."

"Ya I know Kourt. Thats the only reason I will want to get better. To get out of this god damn hospital bed and kiss you to you hyperventilate."

I don't think he realized his whole family was listeing, but then again maybe he didnt care. I went over and kissed him and he moaned just a little. His mother was staring at us, and it made me feel awkward. I pulled away and sat on the bed, being careful not to sit on his legs.

"Kourt, can you do me a favour? Get some music pumping in here?" Again i lauged and pulled my ipod out of my purse and he took one headphone and I took the other. I turned on the song 'Lighters' because Trent (and any other guy I knew) loved rap songs. And Eminem. After listening to a couple songs and talking like it was any other day, Dr.Bergan came back in.

"Trent. You're awake. Good. So we need to perform sugery to get the bullet out of your back."

He said it like it was something you do everyday.

"No, no you do not. I dont want it out."

"Trent you have-"

"Actually no I dont"

"No, I guess not, but I have to get parent consent, Mr. and Mrs. Hawk, is that ok with you?

"Whatever Trent wants" replied Mrs. Hawk.

"Ok well are you hurting?" Dr.Bergan asked.

"Nope" Trent lied.

"ok ill be back in a while"

Trent and I listened to my ipod some more. Addicted by Enrique Iglesias came on. Trent looked into my eyes and said, "This is exactly how I feel about you."