My Weekly Horoscope

Chapter 11

I woke up groggily, head leaned forward on my knee, crunched up in a pathetic chair in the waiting room. Preston had been given shots that put him to sleep. It was only a matter of time before he woke up. They explained that no, he wasn't in a coma, but yes, it would take him a couple of days to wake up. He should be perfectly fine when he did. As I stumbled down the steps to the cafeteria, The smell of hospital food made me perk up. Sure, It wasn't great, but I hadn't eaten for 24 hours. I could've bitten into anything telling you it was the best food in the world.

I grabbed a tray and made my way through the line, grabbing muffins off a plate. I filled my tray to the brim, nearly getting everything except the dried prunes in the back. When I sat down, I felt two hands cover my eyes and ask in an obviously fake girly voice, "Guess who?" I laughed.

"Tyler!" I guessed, spinning around to face a disappointed face.

It was Tate.

He had come to see me, not Tyler.

I tried to hide my disappointed face as well as he did, but to no avail.

"Um, I just came to stop by.... I was worried?" He ended the last word as if it were a question,"But I mean, I guess I'll go." He muttered.

"No! UM, I mean, sit down." I scooted over to give him room. He flashed me a smile before his wide eyes landed on my tray. He sent me a questioning look and I waved it off, "I haven't eaten in forever, so shut up." I laughed. He laughed too, his hand snaking under my arm to pull a biscuit off my tray. I smacked his hand and he dropped it, surprised, "Don't touch my food." I tried to say menacingly, but instead I just laughed again. He chuckled. After I finished my enormous amount of food (Yes I ate it all) We headed to my brothers room to see him. Tate gave me an encouraging look as I took a deep breath and entered.

Preston laid there on the bed, just as normal as always. He didn't look dead, or harmed. But I noticed the big bandage around his head and my lip quivered. I reached over, trying to wake him up. Preston had always been a light sleeper, so when he didn't wake my eyes filled with tears. My hand was filled with warmth and I realized Tate had taken my hand to pull me in to him as I cried into his shoulder.

I didn't care if the noises coming out of me were un-human. I was horrified with the thought of losing Preston, so sobbing dramatically seemed like the best option. I felt like every nightmare I had ever had about him was coming true and I didn't have any way of handling it.

I could feel my anxiety taking over as I began to hyperventilate. I was crumbling to the ground, trying to push Tate's arms off of me, but surprisingly, he just knelt down with me and continued to hold me.

I could tell he didn't know what to do. He was just being nice. 

But he did try, "OKAY, OKAY! Um, calm down. Here wanna see a magic trick?" He pulled out a nickel and did the same cheesy magic trick he had showed Preston...Preston. 

I sobbed harder.

"Uhh...umm..OH! Okay um, Me and you. You and me. Let's go back and let's go back. Ninety Eighty three is callin'. I've been on my knees and crawlin'...back to you," He sang much softer than he had the first time he sang that for me, which I couldn't believe was only a couple days ago. Now, I was crumbled up in his arms and he was trying to calm me down. I found it ironic that we were in fact on our knees and it seemed like I was trying to crawl AWAY from him. I laughed, lightly. Tate let out a sigh and smiled, "Thank GOD! I thought I was going to have to drag you by your feet out to a nurse so she could put you to sleep or something!"

This only made me laugh louder. He also started chuckling, and soon we were both lying on our backs, rolling with laughter at the though of Tate pulling me as I screamed and kicked. It seemed like a scene from a horror moving. I was sure us laughing on the ground like maniacs also seemed a little scary. I laughed so hard no noise came out as I clutched my side and sat up with my mouth open and my eyes shut.