Don't take my memories~Drier

Chapter Sixteen-Is It Wrong Of Me To Feel So Much?

  Drew's PoV
Days seemed to merge together when there was nothing to separate each one from the next and over time, the day's each blurred to a large muddle in the confusion that was my brain, making it impossible to distinguish each one day from the next. I never seemed to be able to remember when I woke up and instantly forgot what day it was, and by the time I settled into my cold, lonely bed that night, I was just as clueless to the date and sometimes, even the times as I had been hours prior. Monday, Thursday Saturday, it truly made no difference to my life as either way, I would be faced with the same things, and the same boring trails. Some days all I would be faced with would be task of taking my medication and speaking to kier, whilst other days I would be faced with dubious appointments with specialists or the complicated and highly painful brain surgery. That was the largest amount of variation I had in my life, yet sometimes, even that was enough to overwhelm my fragile senses and send me into an incredibly frightened state. I hated it, yet at the sane time, I was happy for the sacred simplicity of it.

The only thing that could distinguish one day from another was Kier's fleeting visits that would often last an hour at most, often less due to the long journey he had to make to merely get to my room. The hours I spent with kier were some of my best hours in this hospital and each one was strangely different, yet often highly pleasing. I didn't know what it was and how it happened, but the more time I spent around kier, the more I began to grow in confidence around the young, caring trainee doctor, and it has even gotten to the glorious point now where I could successfully carry a pleasant conversation with him without a single stutter to slow down the quick flow of my words, or a slight twinge of hesitation. With other people, I would often have to think very carefully about what I said before I spoke up, in case they didn't like my opinion, but around kier, I felt free and comfortable enough to speak as I pleased, and often I did, knowing that he wouldn't judge me for it. The conversation differed from topics of cartoons and the amazing marvel comics he brought me, to Kier's social life outside the hospital, which enticed me no end. To kier, talking about meeting up with friends for a quick pint after work was a given thing that he conversed about with most people, but for me, it was one of my favourite topics of conversations. Just to hear about what was going on in the real world made me feel like I was still a part of it, in a strange way.

However, there was one topic of conversation that seemed to crop up on a daily that never failed to make me sad, for reasons yet unknown to me. This was the subject of Kier's childhood sweetheart and current boyfriend of three years, a young male called Laurence, an asshole who never failed to make the younger boy tear up with his ruthless actions or his uncaring nature. He seemed completely unloving of the younger boy, yet just for the way kier spoke so dearly of him regardless clearly suggested the red head had strong feelings for his boyfriend, even after all that had happened between them. He had described the beggining of their relationship to sound like bliss and perfection but now, it was a mere shambles of that. Kier tried so hard, that much I could tell from his various ramblings ,yet Laurence constantly threw it back in Kier's face, leaving the younger boy in pieces. The worst part was, Kier had no idea what he had done wrong, and Laurence's newly acquired attitude had driven him to a new state of self pity, a feeling I was all too familiar with. Laurence was so lucky, yet he was so willing to throw it all away.

"Drew? Can I come in?" I heard a familiar voice call from the doorway, and I immediately jerked my gaze up from my lap to see kier stood nervously in the doorway, cautiously fiddling with his labret as he stood on the edge of my room, probably trying to figure out what mood I would be in today. After a few previous...incidents...in my confused states, Kier had taken to being cautious upon arriving at my room, just to avoid traumatising me with his presence.

I stared for a moment, my eyes scanning his appearance, a flash of a small filling my up my thin lips as I fought to tear my eyes away from him. I had always found kier beautiful, in a weird sort of way. His dress style was impeccable, and completely different to most other of the hospitals occupants. He dressed in mostly dark colours and whatever clothing article he chose seemed to perfectly accentuate his features, and the tightness of him. He was dressed so smartly, yet at the same time he managed to make it look so causal and natural. Today, he had donned a bring me the horizon fitted Tshirt, dark, ripped skinny jeans and a tight fitted leather jacket, completed with some designer combat boots. His hair fell perfectly over one heavily outlined hazel eyes and his labret glinted lightly in the sun, contrasting his dark colours.