Fransykes~ Locked in for life

Fransykes~ The Dream

A/N I just feel that this is a bad chapter without any action. So I'm sorry and stuff guys  O___O

Josh Pov.

White. The same white I’ve lived with for years. I blinked a couple of times getting the blurry sight away. Now I clearly saw that I wasn’t home. The white roof and white sheets scared me. What had happened last night? Was I back in the mental ward? That couldn’t be.

I sat up in the soft bed and looked fanatically around. My head was aching and I felt the urge to puke. As I looked around I saw couple of machines next to my bed, a door couple of meters from my bed and some curtains blocking most of my view. Just then it hit me. I was in the hospital. How did I get here? Where was Oliver? Was he alright? I started freaking out by the thought of Oliver being out there on his own.

 I pulled the duvet off of me and was about to get out of bed, but there was something holding me back. A couple of machines was stuck to me and held me back. I ripped them out and got out of bed. Just as I reached for the door it opened up and nearly hit me in the face. The door got quickly closed and I was met by an irritated looking Oliver. Oliver pushed me back to bed, still looking quite irritated.

“What the hell are you doing out of bed?” He whisper- screamed to me, clearly showing his annoyance as he spoke. I just grabbed his face and went in for a kiss. Oliver on the other side pushed me off and slapped me as hard as he could. When did he become so damn strong?

“Oliiver...What?” I whined at him as I sat down on the bed. He just stood there and looked down at me, still pretty mad.

“You could have fucking died? What the hell were you thinking?” Oliver grabbed me by the collar and brought his face close to me. For a moment there he seemed pretty intimidating, and even I got scared of him. I decided to speak up and show him that two could play this game.

“Sorry, you’re bartender friend kind of thought it was fun to drug me! Besides, who are you to say that? First thing you do when you see me at the mental ward is trying to fucking kill me!” I got up from the bed and pressed Oliver to the wall, seeming as threating as I could. His facial expression didn’t change and my threatening behavior didn’t seem to affect him at all. We just stood there looking at each other like that for a while, waiting for the other to give up. It seemed like we had developed a stare competition, neither of us wanted to give up on. But in the end Oliver had to give in and threw himself at me.

“You stupid fuck! Don’t fucking scare me like that! If you do that again I’m going to kill you with my bare hands! Again!” Even though I took it as Oliver’s way of saying he loved me I still got a little scared. I knew he meant every word he said, even the killing part. Even though it freaked me I choose to forget about it and just hug him back.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” I smiled into the hug and lifted Oliver up and threw him on the bed. He broke free from the hug and pushed me away laughing. Just then I noticed his hands and that they had been sewn.

“Oliver!” I quickly grabbed his hands and pulled back his sleeves. No more new scars. Then I pressed down on his leg as hard as I could. He didn’t scream and it didn’t bleed. That meant no new cuts there either. I fanatically looked all over his body for any new cuts. Oliver tried calming me down by grabbing my hands and looking right in my eyes.

“Josh. There is no new cut’s. Believe me.” For a moment I didn’t believe him but then I calmed down. Oliver was the only one left in the world I really could count on now, and I had to keep him as close as I could. That’s why I choose to believe him now.

I then leant down and kissed his lips. It was a deep and passionate kiss. We hadn’t shared too many of them, due to all the mess with escaping and getting rid of people.  When we pulled back we both grinned like idiots, me earning a playful slap by Oliver.