Don't take my memories~Drier

Chapter Twenty Four-One More Kiss

An;; sorry this took so long, I was on holiday and I had no wifi. I hope you enjoy this update, as i feel as though people have been waiting a while for this to happen. Sorry for the bad quality of it but I wrote this in an hour and ten minutes because I was rushing. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think in the comments
Lucifer xoxo
Kier's PoV
     I had no idea how long I had been asleep for. A voice inside me whispered that it had been days, whilst the heavy tiredness behind my eyelids told me it had been mere minutes, if that. My dreams had been thick and full of happiness, yet the contents of them I couldn't recall in my drowsy haze, as I was slowly pulled away from my world of slumber and dragged unwillingly back to the real world, by a persistent hand shaking my body and repeating my name in a hushed whisper. The voice and the grip seemed strangely familiar, and almost comforting, but to whom they belonged I couldn't guess. It seemed that I was incapable to do anything these days.

Slowly, after a few minutes of floating around in the grey abyss between dreaming and waking, I slowly prised my heavy eyelids open, wincing immediately as bright light filled the place in my vision that had before been covered only in darkness. I blinked rapidly, and slowly my eyes adjusted to the bright room, allowing me to take a closer look at my surroundings. The ceiling above me was made up of chipped, roughly placed plaster and was home of the bright flourescemts strips that only hospitals seemed to contain. In the corner of my vision I could make out the top half of the bleak, discolouring walls and the faint outlines of various pieces of hospital equipment, but other than that, I may have well been blind. The bottom half of the room remained hidden from me, as did most of the sights to the left and right of my figure. I could feel the wafer thin coverlet draped on the bed in a messy heap beneath my body. Everything I could see and feel was as it had been before I slept, yet for some reason, something felt out of place in the neat little room.

And then, after a few seconds of confusion, as I absently reached my arm over the bed to grasp at Drew's figure and pull him close again, I realised what it was. My fingers only brushed against the soft linen of the covers, and my palms found only coldness and emptiness from the once warm bed. I instantly furrowed my eyebrows up in confusion and gently pushed myself into a seated position on the hospital bed, so that I could take a better look around the room to decipher if I was merely dreaming.

"You're finally awake" a familiar voice stated and I turned my gaze to the side to see Drew sat before me, fully alert and awake, looking up at me with slightly tired eyes. He was perched on the edge of the large bed, a lazy smile on his face as he regarded me.

For a while, I just sat there and stared at him, complacently shocked. Just moments ago, he had been laying in my arms, out cold and fighting for his fragile life and then in the blink of a lazy ey, he was sat before me, alive and looking quite well, enquiring to me about my state of consciousness. The situation was so bizarre that I didn't know whether to laugh at the strange sense of irony I found myself in or to collapse in a sobbing heal in Drew's skinny arms, too emotionally confused to do anything else. Perhaps a mixture of the both would suffice.

"W-what?" I finally managed to choke out, watching through weary eyes as Drew released a timid chuckle, clearly finding my state hilarious. If I was in his situation and was watching a confident person like me stutter hopelessly over his words, unable to accumulate a response, I would have laughed too. It was strange for me to be speechless, yet Drew always seemed to have strange effects on me, that no other human being, even Laurence, had never managed to elicit from me. I couldn't help it. When I was before him, something filled my body, in a way I had never felt before, more so now than ever. A kind of nervous butterfly feeling, mixed with excitement to see him finally awake.

He was so beautiful, sat there, his skinny, pale form surrounded by a bright outline sunlight. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown that I always seemed to get lost in, and his high cheek bones accentuated his gaunt face perfectly, highlighting his blemish free skin. His pink lips were small and plump, parted slightly as his breath fell out of them, rising in soft billows around him. His small, skinny frame looked good even in his hospital garbled and as I stared at him, completely lost for words, I found myself blushing.