His Butterfly

Chapter 4

"Hey, how you feeling?" Someone asked as I opened my eyes. "Hmm." I groaned. "Here let me help you." They said and fixed my pillows so it was more comfortable to sit up. I opened my eyes fully and saw a blurry Rap Monster. "I hurt. How long have I been out?" I asked as I slowly moved. "About five hours now. Your surgery went well and they helped reinforce your lungs better. They told me to give you these pills when you wake up." He said and grabbed a small cup of pills and another of water. I took them from him and swallowed them but my throat was so sore.

"I thought you guys would have left by now. You have things to do." I said and handed him the cups back. "No, I wanted to stay I took over for V, he wanted to stay but he really needed some rest so I sent him back to the hotel. And I just wanted to talk to you, if that's alright?"He asked and leaned back in his chair. I nodded and he continued. "So what I really want to know is how you are so strong. When we came to check on you, you acted like nothing was wrong and you cared more about us when you have a punctured lung and were bleeding internally. How do you do it?" He asked.

"Well, I've learned to put others before me because I had a difficult childhood and because no one cared about me so I decided that I would be more affectionate towards others because I never had that. I like to make sure the people that make me happy stay healthy even if I'm not in the best condition." I explained. "But we aren't that special, we're actually pretty dumb. We are a group of crazy teens who sing and rap about stupid shit. What makes us so special?" He questioned me. "Well you are so much more than that. You guys are the sunshine in the black hole that is my life. Your 'dumb' ways help me feel happy to know about you guys. You might not think you're that special but I happen to think you are the best thing in this world. I would die for you guys, literally." I said and giggled.

"How could you be laughing when you are in this condition?" He asked. "Because I would die for you if that meant that you would continue making people smile like you have with me. You might not realize but you've changed my life dramatically. You 'infire' me." I said and he just chuckled and shook his head. "You're so insanely strong, you don't even realize." He mumbled and started to tear up. "No, no don't cry. Please be happy for me? If you are happy then I can be happy." I told him and he sniffled but nodded. "So, what are you going to do when you leave the hospital?" He asked me trying to change the subject.

"Well I have to go back to school. I've missed a lot so I hope I can still go back I'm literally three days away from getting my certificate." I told him. "What are you studying?" He asked. "Oh, I'm into special effects makeup and just regular makeup but mostly the grotesque stuff. Especially if it involves blood." I said and smiled and he smiled too. "Really, you don't look like one who enjoys blood and guts." He said "Oh I love it! My favorite is the Walking Dead, I just hope that one day I can get the chance to work on stars." I told him. "Well I can always call my manager, one of our artists just quit on us so maybe you could take their place." He said being absolutely serious. My eyes widened, "Are you being serious? You can't be serious." I said to him.

"Completely. I could give him a call and see what I can do." He said. "Oh my god, wait. You've all done so much for me already, I don't know if I can ask you to do that." I told him. "But I want you to come work with us. I'll go give him a call. Besides, you are allowed to get discharged tonight and we have the rest of the week to be here. Don't worry about it. I'll go give a call. I'll be right back." He said and got up and left the room to go call their manager.