Means of Despair

5:

Today was the day of Vic's surgery. He has the stay at the hospital till everything gets healed up.

I walked into the hospital, the smell of antiseptic filling my nose and making my face scrunch up. I always hated the smell of hospitals. I made my way to Vic's room. Vic was asleep, head tilted slightly and hair disarray.

"Oh. You must be Jaime, Vic told us so much and he showed us the picture you gave him. It's really sweet of you," said a lady that I assumed was Vic's mom. A boy sat in the corner, tapping his thumbs against his thighs.

"Jaime, can you stay with Vic, Mike and I need to get some food."

"Sure."

I sat down as the two left.

Vic stirred awake and I waved at him and he just gasped.

He looked around with wide eyes, pointing at the machine that beeped regularly.

I gave him a confused look.

"Iuuuu cun H-er et!" He said-well attempted to say, later clamping his hands over his mouth. I guess he hadn't spoken words in a while.

Tears built up in his eyes.

"Cutie what's wrong. Hearing that is a good thing right?" I asked.

He picked up a sketch book off the side table and wrote.

Oh my god. Your voice. It's so beautiful!

"Your voice is beautiful too Vic."

But I can't talk. My words come out weird.

"That doesn't matter the more you talk the better it'll get okay?"

He nodded, staring down at his arms and quickly pulling them under the sheets.

"Cutie? What's wrong?"

"N-No-thin-"

"Let me see your arms Vic."

He pulled them out from under the covers, tears filling his eyes as he shook.

How I hadn't noticed the scars before baffled me. But that isn't what made me gasp and pull him into a hug. It was the 'i'm not okay' written in red sharpie on his arm. "Vic."

"H-Hime-Time?"

"Why did you write that on your arm Vic?" 

Vic looked down, pulling out of the hug. I sat at the foot of his bed. 

"I- I-"

"Y-ou w-wut h-hime-time?"

"I love you," I whispered. 

His beautiful brown eyes widened. "M-Me?" 

"Yes you!" I chuckled. 

His eyes filled with tears and he reached up for me, grabbing my face. "D-Do you m-m-mean t-that?"

"Indeed I do." 

"Oh Hime," he said. He started crying, pulling me into a hug. 

"Don't cry Cutie."