Moving... To Denmark?!

Spring

It's now March, and no longer winter. I'm still with Ben and love him.

Right now, we are taking a walk. The weather is ok, so I'm wearing boyfriend jeans, black Vans, and a white off the shoulder sweater. As we go through the park, we see 4 boys who are older than us.

"Guys, look! It's the gay boy!" One of them says.

They walk past us and Benjamin stops.

"I'm not gay." He says.

"Benji, just ignore them." I whisper.

Benjamin lets go of my hand and walk towards them. The boys stop and look at him.

"You call me gay one more time, I swear I will hurt you." Ben says.

"Gay." The same boys says.

Ben slaps him on his face and the boys face turns red.

"Get him." He says.

2 of the boys push Ben and start kicking and punching him.

"Stop! You're hurting him!" I say.

 I start to go to help Ben, but the third boy grabs me and makes me watch Benjamin get beaten up. Tears start running down my face. After 3 more minutes of Ben getting beaten, they stop and the boy let's go of me, then they all run away. I look at Ben, who is laying on the ground.

"Ben." I say as I sit on the ground.

"Jessica?" He says, weakly.

"Yeah," I say as I start to tear up even more. " Are you ok?"

"I don't know."

Ben touches his head then looks at his fingers. There is blood on them. Bruses form on his arms and he is getting weaker.

"I'm sorry, I tried to stop them, but I couldn't." I say.

"It's ok." Ben whispers.

He grabs my hand and kisses it, then his eyes close.

"Ben?" I ask.

No answer.

"Ben?!"

I start to cry. Then, I kiss Ben's forehead. I pull out my phone and call 911. They come 5 minutes later, then I call Benjamin's mom.

"I'll meet you at the hospital." She says.

I hold Benjamin's hand all the way to the hospital. When we get there, I was told to stay in the waiting room while a police officer ask me about what happened. I tell the officer everything, then she leaves. Ben's mom comes in the room in tears.

"Did you hear anything about him yet?" She asks.

"No." I mumble.

A nurse comes in a few minutes later and says we can go see him. When we walk in, Benjamin is in a hospital gown, sleeping. I go to his side, and Ben's mom goes to the other. I look at him, and don't say anything. He has stitches in his forehead and one on his arm.

It's been an hour, and Ben still hasn't waken up.

"I have to leave now. My boss won't let me take the rest of the day off. Please call me when Benjamin wakes up." Ben's mom says.

"Ok." I say.

She then gives Ben a kiss on the forehead and leaves. I sit in the chair beside the bed, and hold Benjamin's hand. I go on Instagram and Tumblr and like some pictures. About 15 minutes later, I feel Ben's thumb rub my hand. I turn off my phone and look at him. Ben is slowly waking up, and blinks at the bright lights.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" I say softly.

Ben looks at me and gives a small smile. I stand up and stand by his side.

"I'm feeling better. I'm a little sore."

After a long pause, Ben finally says,

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. You were right, I should've just ignored them."

"It's ok. I'm more worried about you being hurt than you listening to me. Oh, and I have to call your mom." I say.

"Not right now."

"Ok then."

Benjamin scoots over in his bed and pats it for me to sit with him. I do and Ben holds my hand. He  pulls me over and rests my head on his chest. I put my legs on the bed with my feet hanging off the side. I rub Benjamin's chest and close my eyes. Ben starts to rub my shoulder, and I wrap my arms around his body.

"I should call you mom." I say.

I grab my phone and call Mariete.

"Hello?" She says.

"Hi, Ben's up." I say.

I give the phone to Ben and he starts talking in Danish. He hangs up about 7 minutes later and gives me my phone. A doctor comes and I hop off the bed and sit in the chair. The doctor and Benjamin start talking in Danish, then the doctor gives him a check-up. The doctor leaves 5 minutes later.

"Did he say when you can leave this place?" I ask.

"I have to stay for a week. Will you be able to visit me?" Ben asks.

"I'm not sure. I have volleyball, swim team and I have to babysit my mom's co-workers kids. I'll try." I say.

"Ok," Ben says "Come sit with me."

I smile and sit on the bed with Ben. I put the back of my head on his chest and stare at him. He pushes my bangs out of my face and kisses my forehead.