Colors ➣ d.ob

chapter twenty eight

June 16, 2016

Dylan sits in the uncomfortable hospital chair next to a sleeping Ryan. She's more beautiful than he'd imagined. Freckles dotted her cheeks and nose, while her dyed blue hair makes her sharp features pop. For the past twelve hours, she's came into consciousness four times, but she's only stayed awake for about ten minutes. He hasn't informed her on the death of her best friend, afraid he might make things worse.

She doesn't quite understand what has happened to herself, due to the powerful medications the doctor has put her on. There was no internal bleeding, a miracle the doctors suggested.

He watches her gain consciousness for the fifth time, her eyes opening tiredly. She looks sickly, the bags under her eyes could be compared to the night sky. When she's not awake, she's in a state between both asleep and awake. She is unconscious, but she doesn't get any less tired than she already is. "Hello, stranger," he jokes, standing. She gives him an amused look, offering a small smile. She tries to sit up, using her hands to bring herself into the sitting position. "Where's my parents?" She asks, taking in her surroundings. Her voice is a bit scratchy. He takes back his seat, grabbing onto the girl's small hand. "They went together to get something to eat. Do you want me to call them up?" He asks, leaning forward a bit. She shakes her head, letting a smile take her features again. "I don't want to bother them, they'll be fine. Do you want to know what's surprising?"

Dylan shrugs, asking her what was surprising. "We met before planned and I'm not even fucking fan-girling, I'm so proud of myself," she chuckles, but it turns into a painful cough. He hands her a glass of water for her to drink. She drinks it, gulping down every last bit of it. "I'm so proud of you too, even though I would really like to see that happen," he replies jokingly with a laugh, leaning back in a more comfortable position. "Now, what am I doing in a hospital?"

"You've asked that quite a lot, actually. Can we wait until you're conscious enough to understand and remember?" He asks, an amused look on his face and in his words. He grabs his own water, sipping. "Yeah, of course," she smiles, pulling herself down into her recent position.

Soon, she is asleep again, hopefully gaining some energy. A little after, her parents came in with the doctor. "How are you all?" The doctor asks, giving a sincere smile before heading over to the sleeping girl. She checks on everything and changes out her IV. "We've been better," Ryan's mother says, sitting at the other chair next to the couch. The doctor sticks Ryan with a few needles and injects medicine into her IV. "I understand," the doctor says before leaving the room. Once the doctor is out, Ryan's mother turns to Dylan. "Did she wake up while we were out?" She asks, pulling a blanket over her shoulders. "Yes. She asked for you. She didn't stay up long, only for a couple minutes," he tells them, also pulling his blanket around him.

"Did she ask about what happened to her?" Mr. Lexton asks, glancing over at her. "Yeah, but I told her what I have been."