Saving Sawyer [Boy/Boy] - 2013

Chapter 6: Looks Say it All

Saving Sawyer: Chapter 6: Looks Say it All

Cade's POV

               I was shaken awake, my eyes still heavy with drowsiness. I mumbled something incomprehensible, making the other shake me a little harder. "Cade, sweetheart, wake up." I finally managed to open my eyes to the sterile white setting in front of me. The top half of my body was lying on Sawyer's leg, the rest in the chair. 

"Vivian?" My voice was hoarse and thick from crying the night before. 

She pushed my shaggy hair out of my eyes. "Cade, did you sleep here last night?" 

I shook my head, my cheeks suddenly going red as her eyes landed on my hand intertwined with Sawyer's. I quickly pulled it away with an embarrassed chuckle. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean -" 

She smiled with sad eyes. "It's okay, at least I know he wasn't alone last night." She collapsed in the chair next to me. It was obvious that she hadn't slept last night and her tense muscles told me it was because of her nephew. 

"Vivian..." I started, a bit sacred to continue. I took in a breath and forced myself to get the rest of my question out. "Why does Sawyer act like he hates me? Or does he hate me?" 

She quickly shook her head. "He doesn't hate you. He's just keeping people at a distance. He's so unsure of who to trust and the uncertainly is killing him." She winced at her own word choice, a bit too ironic for the situation. 

I wanted into his mind. I wanted to know what he was thinking and what terrified him. He was so broken and I wanted to help put him back together. 

               I looked up at the clock. It was a little past ten in the morning. I knew I should be at school but I couldn't tear myself away. Liv would understand and the longer my dad didn't know where I was the better. Vivian had to go deliver a flower basket to a customer, reluctantly leaving Sawyer again. 

"Please wake up soon." I begged his sleeping form. "She is such a wreck." I rubbed my forehead against his hand, my fingers once again wrapped in his. I began crying again and I cursed myself for being so weak. I had to be strong. I had no room for being weak in my life...especially right now. 

Suddenly, the machines began beeping frantically as his fingers clamped down on mine. I hissed from the pressure but was over joyed at the fact that he was responding. Doctors and nurses swarmed us as he began choking on the ventilator tube. "Get him out of here!" One of the doctors yelled and one of the nurses tried to usher me out of the room. She would have succeeded if Sawyer hadn't had a death grip on my fingers. He refused to let go and I couldn't blame him. He was choking and there were so many people he didn't know holding him down so the doctor could remove the tube. As soon as it was out he took in a gulps of air, almost hyper ventilating. "Son, you need to calm down." The doctor ordered. 

"Don't fucking call me your son." He yelled, pulling against the nurses who were so stunned that they hadn't let go of him. "Get the fuck off me." He jerked out of their grip, the force pulling me along with them. I stumbled forward, my fingers still being held captive. "Please make them go away." He whimpered. 

I swallowed hard, "He'll be okay." I managed. "He just isn't used to having so many people around him." 

The doctored eyed me suspiciously. "Who are you?" 

"I'm uh-" 

"It's none of your fucken business." Sawyer hissed. "Where in the hell is my aunt?" 

The doctor cleared his throat, obviously done trying to talk to the disgruntled youth. "Somebody call this kid's aunt." Everyone walked out, leaving Sawyer and I alone once again. I would be lying if I said I wasn't terrified. I was okay being in the room with him alone when he was still knocked out but now that he was awake...I had no idea what to say.