The Perfect Romance [boyxboy]

Ch. 11: Lucky

I wake up to the most annoying beeping sound in the background. What happened??? The last thing I remember was… OH SHIT! KYLE! IS HE ALRIGHT?!?

I sit up in a bolt, then just as quickly as I get up I’m back to laying down, grimacing in pain. I open my eyes and look up at the ceiling, and tears well up in my eyes as I realize how fucked up I am. I got the shit beaten out of me, ruined Kyle and mine’s day together, but worst of all, endangered Kyle and probably scarred him for life. I must be the worst boyfriend in the history of the universe…

“GARRETT!!!! YOU’RE AWAKE!!!!!!!!! I… I thought… I was scared that you had…” I hear Kyle sniffle. I can’t turn to look at him though because of the pain shooting through my side, but that’s probably for the better. I would probably have a heart attack if I had to see his expression at the moment.

“What, you thought I was gonna leave you for some two thousand year old dude that’s not even alive anymore? No, I’m not done with you yet, and don’t intend to be anytime soon. Don’t you go to some Methodist Church, speaking of which? Are you missing mass?” I say, trying to lighten the mood and change the topic simultaneously. But the momentary, hesitant silence that follows tells me I said something wrong.

“Uhhhh… about that. Mass was on Sunday… it’s Thursday today babe… You’ve been in a coma for five days…” Kyle says, almost sobbing. Five days… wow. There are no words to describe accurately how scary that is. But that’s only from my point of view, and I haven’t had to deal with being scared shitless for my boyfriend’s life for a whole week. I can’t fathom how Kyle has dealt with this…

“Well… can you at least help me sit up so I can see your beautiful face? I missed it while I was out…” I ask, attempting again to sit up, although more slowly this time. I feel an arm wrap around me and help me up onto the stretcher head. I look down and see a massive bandage over where I was stabbed. I wince at the memory.

In an attempt to relax me, Kyle starts gently rubbing my back. I look over at him for the first time since Saturday and almost cry out. His eyes are puffy and have bags under them, from crying and lack of sleep, most likely. His hair is disheveled and messy. I let out a whimper and pull him into a hug, ignoring the shot of pain that slices through my side. He gently hugs back. A few seconds later a doctor walks in, and Kyle slowly pulls away, gulping as if worried about something.

“So… what’s the verdict, sir? Will it work out?” Kyle asks, glancing sideways at me, but quickly averting his gaze when he sees that I’m aware of his nervous look. I can read him like an open book; he’s trying to keep something from me, and the doctor knows, too, considering the solemn gaze he’s giving at me.

“Well… it’s fixable… But any later and it would’ve been too late.” The doctor says blatantly.

Kyle bursts into tears. He looks over at me as though I’m a ghost. I need to know what the hell is going on.

“Would someone please explain what you guys are talking about? Any later and it would’ve been too late for what?!?” I shout, making the doctor jump. Kyle just sits there looking down at his feet. Eventually he lets out a sigh and looks into my eyes.

“Garrett… You have something called an aneurism in your right arm… It’s what happens when a blood vessel swells from being too thin, and if it isn’t treated it bursts… you’re gonna get it surgically fixed soon, but it was a close call. If we hadn’t brought you in for an x-ray, you would’ve… d-d-died… I’d have been lucky to see you alive next week if not for all of this…” Kyle whimpers. I can hardly bear to look into his teary eyes, but I know that looking away will hurt more.

“Well… I guess I won’t be seeing you for another few days then, will I?” I question, returning his gaze and silently imploring him to say differently.

“Actually, I took all week off school to stay here. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. I’ll be here at your side the whole time if you want me to.” Kyle says, smiling slightly. It’s been too long since I’ve seen that smile. I can’t help but crack a grin of my own.

“Oh, by the way… I made you a surprise on your itouch… go ahead, go to the music app and go to playlists.” Kyle says, holding out the itouch that I had forgotten existed. I tap on the screen, raising my eyebrow in curiosity. I see one playlist. It’s “For You, Garrett <3”… awwww… I tap to open it up.

The playlist consists of the following:

1. Miles, Christina Perri

2. A Moment Like This, Kelly Clarkson

3. Mine, Taylor Swift

4. Come to My Window, Melissa Etheridge

5. Everytime We Touch, Cascada

6. Forever and For Always, Shania Twain

7. I Hope You Dance, Lee Ann Womack

8. Lovesong, Adele

9. Anytime, Kelly Clarkson

10. Paparazzi, Lady Gaga

11. These Words (I Love You, I Love You) Natasha Bedingfield

!2. Unusual You, Britney Spears

13. You Found Me, Kelly Clarkson

14. Your Love Is My Drug, Ke$ha

These songs… they’re all so true for our relationship. He is mine, and I am his. A tear wells up in my eye. I put up my hand to wipe it away, but wince from the pain that shoots through my side at the motion.

“You need to rest. I’ll see you later, babe. I love you.” Kyle says with a kiss on my forehead as I lay back down on my bed.

He puts my earphones in gently and starts the playlist to shuffle. With a last weak smile, he leans forward and gives me a kiss on the lips, and I fall asleep again to the sound of Kelly Clarksonn singing gently.