Ethereal | TRADLEY

CHAPTER 19: "Sorry"

Brad, Tristan and Ms. Simspon were brought to the emergency room. The atmosphere of the hospital lingers on Brad's nose as he pushes his boyfriend's stretcher together with the nurses. "TRIS!! PLEASE DONT DO THIS, PLEASE WAKE UP!" Brad exclaims as they rush inside the emergency room. The small boy faces down to his boyfriend, blood is still covering his whole face. Brad's tears drop on the white sheets of the stretcher as he continues to weep. "Sir, you can no longer go beyond this point. We'll take charge of him" the lady nurse said to Brad as she closes the curtains. A horde of nurses and doctors came running inside. Medical machines, oxygens tanks, sounds of machine beeps and nurses going in and out are driving Brad anxious. DEATH, DEATH, DEATH. Those are words that are floating on Brad's head. He can't lose Tristan, not now or ever. Brad's mum luckily didn't have injury, just a concussion. After hours of waiting, the doctor allowed Brad to see the blonde. The tall boy is undressed, face covered with cuts. Brad sobs besides Tristan's hospital bed. He held Tris' hand tight right after he went inside. "Baby, p-please wake up!! Trissy please" Brad vigorously shakes the blonde's hand. "How is he Doc? PLEASE TELL ME HE'S GOING TO BE FINE!" Tears fell down once again on Brad's face. "Tristan is lacking blood due to his injury on the head. He has a concussion and several bruises and cuts on his face. Although its nothing serious, no injuries on his lower body. He's lucky you know. We will transfer him to a room and he may wake up and regain consciousness tomorrow" the doctor said to the small boy. On the other hand, Brad's mum is on the her room already, still recovering from the impact.

Brad spent the night on the hospital, looking after his boyfriend and his mum. He woke up the next morning with the sunlight on his eyes. Brad looked to the window, it's almost Christmas and all of he can ever wish for is Tristan to wake up. Surprisingly, the door opened, only to see Tris' mum. She is still dressed on her diner uniform. Ms. Evans immediately went to Tristan's bed. Brad stood and stepped aside for Tris' mum. He rubbed his eyes and held out his hands "Ms. Evans, I-I'm Brad... Tris' boyfriend" Ms. Evans stared at the little boy, his hand is till held out. The blonde's mum shook the curly's hands and hugged the little one. "Tris... Honey" Ms. Evans kneels down besides her son. "What happened? Tris... Please speak to me" beads of tears cascade on her cheeks as she faces Brad. "I-I'm so sorry but it was an accident" The curly one replied and explained the whole tragic thing. "How long is he going to stay here?" She stood and asked Brad. "The Doctor said he may wake up today but they need to observe him more. Two? Three? Four? I don't know how long Ms. Evans" Tris' mum wiped the tears on her face and kissed her son's forehead. "I-I'll be back... I'll just get some of his clothes from our house, I think he has some left" Ms. Evans wrapped her arms around Brad, giving him the thought that everything is going to be alright. After that she left Brad and Tristan alone inside.

Brad

I took a nap after Tris' mum left. Only to realize that my nap went too long, I woke up at around sundown. Tristan isn't awake yet. Maybe I slept too deep that I haven't noticed he woke up already. The nurse left a food tray and changed Tris' dextrose. Snow flakes are gently falling down as I look through the window, thinking how those white frozen water almost killed the love of my life. I'm still holding his hand tight, and I have no plans on letting it go until he wakes up. I stare at his face. His paper white skin is now covered with cuts and bruises. I'm still wondering why those rashes on his cheeks are not yet vanishing. Is it normal? I have never imagined spending our first Christmas eve together on the hospital. I kiss his angelic face, hoping that he would wake up and tell me face to face that he's okay. This is my fault, I shouldn't have let him seat infront, I shouldn' t have let his seatbelt off, I shouldn't have let him come with us, I shouldn't have any lab results to read, I SHOULDN'T HAVE ANY FUCKING CANCER! I shed a tear as I squeezed his hand. "I-I'M SO SORRY BABY... This is all my fault..." I whispered to Tristan. I lay head on his chest, hands are still intertwined.

I figured it out
I figured it out from black and white
Seconds and hours
Maybe they had to take some time

I know how it goes
I know how it goes for wrong and right
Silence and sound
Did they ever hold each other
Tight like us
Did they ever fight like us

You and I
We don't want to be like them
We can make it till the end
Nothing can come between
You and I
Not even the gods above
Could separate the two of us
No nothing can come between
You and I

I sang softly to him as I rest besides him. Only to realized that the sun has already set, letting the darkness take over. I closed my eyes, thinking the days when we were happy. I wish that we could be like that again... The only thing I could ever wish for this Christmas is that Tris would wake up. I miss him, his voice, his touch, his infectious smile. I can't wait to tell him how much I love him, how much I miss him and how much I'm sorry for what happened. I can't wait to tell him that I'm a step closer on being cured, that my tumors reduced... I snuggle besides him, I can feel his warmth. I can't help but to let tears fall on his lab gown. I'm still resting my head on his chest, feeling his heart beat. I squeezed his hand again, hoping he would answer. I suddenly felt a motion on Tris' hand. He squeezed back. He opened his blue eyes and faced me...

"Brad... I-I'm sorry. I think I can't love you anymore..."

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