Safe | Zanvis

Hospitalized

Travis

Patterns.
All is see are patterns.
Black, white, gray.
I see a yellow light flash towards me.
And then I'm safe.
In the hospital.
Without Zane.

"Hello?" Travis asks, almost a whisper.

Zane isn't there, neither is a nurse or a doctor.
Travis sits there until Zane arrives with two chocolate puddings, a sandwich and two water bottles.

"Hey.." Zane says.

"Hi, how long am I gonna be here for?" Travis asks.

"No clue." Zane says, taking a sip of water.

Zane hands Travis a water bottle and a pudding.

"Thanks.." Travis says.

"Don't expect this all the time." Zane mutters.

"Sorry I didn't know you had other people to hang out with." Travis retorts.

"And I didn't know you had such an attitude." Zane says.

"Well, now you know, you mess of a person. Maybe you're a bat, that seems realistic." Travis says.

"I should've let the van kill you." Zane mumbles.

Travis feels a sudden wave of sadness. That was cold.

"Get out." Travis whispers.

"What?" Zane asks.

"I SAID GET OUT! MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SO FUCKING EMO YOU'D HEAR ME, YOU INSANE, HORRIBLE, RUDE DISGRACE OF A PERSON!" Travis snaps.

"Fine!" Zane yells.

"Okay, bye!" Travis yells.

"And I was just starting to like you too." Zane says, before slamming the door and walking out of the hospital.

And now.. Travis.. Is once again.. Alone.