Band-Aids On Bruises

Dawn

I'm met with a bright light as my eyes flicker open. I sit up and lightly rub my eyes, ignoring the intense pain in one of my arms. I look around the room I'm in, it's not any room in my house, and soon realise that it's a hospital room.

My vision is quite blurry though, and I can't really see the details of the room besides the colours which I remembered from when Fisher was in here. I rub my eyes again and let out a quiet groan of pain.

Instantly, there's someone in front of me. I squint my eyes to make out their features, brown hair, pale skin, blue eyes...

"Fisher?" I squeak.

"Oh my god Dustin. Thank god you're alright!" Fisher exclaims gleefully he turns away to yell something at someone, probably a nurse, then turns back to me.

When he does, I throw my arms around his neck and pull him into a hug. Since I'm in a bed, he puts on hand on my hip and the other pets my hair. His body shifts as I feel him begin crying tears of happiness, and I let a few fall down my face as well.

"I'm so sorry D. I should have been there for you. I was so stupid. I shouldn't have just left you like that. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he mutters in my ear and I squeeze him tighter.

"It's okay Fisher. I'm okay now. You saved me, you saved me." I whisper back, countering everything he's saying.

He pulls back and I wipe my eyes, my vision is much clearer now. He looks at me, grinning ear to ear, but sadness in his eyes. I put my hand on his.

"It's not your fault Fisher. Don't blame yourself for this." I tell him, intertwining our fingers. He nods and I smile softly, a bit of pain making it's way back into my arm.

"You've got multiple stitches in your left arm now, but your right one is just going to have some faint scars. They... they say that you're lucky to be alive, that if you had made any more cuts or had been out there much longer..." Fisher tells me and I nod.

'I'm so lucky. How could I have been so selfish? I need to fix this.'

"Where are my parents? I want to tell them everything..." I ask Fisher and he gestures to my left.

"They're right here."

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[The next Day]

The drive home is relatively quiet. My parents are in the front of the car driving in silence, and Fisher is sitting in the back with me. They all stayed with me at the hospital for the night until I was allowed to leave the hospital.

Fisher's hand is on mine. He has been by my side for the entire time, always reassuring me that he's there for me. It might be annoying to some, but I really like him being there. We haven't talked about our feelings or what we might be yet though, we just haven't had the time. I do remember hearing him saying that he loved me though, and that though still scares me but not as much, if anything it makes me feel giddy.

When we arrive at my house, I see Fisher's parents there waiting for us. They hadn't come to the hospital since I was only there for a day and they didn't want to overwhelm me, but I had wanted to talk to them as well since they were practically my second family, and I owed them an explanation too.

We sat on my couch, Fisher next to me, as I gave everyone the full explanation of what had been going on for me the past few weeks. I only stumbled with my words a few times, and each time I did Fisher did his best to explain until I felt ready to speak again.

By the time I was finished speaking, I was doing my best not to have a panic attack. There were a few facts that I had left out, my panic attacks being one of them since I had them mostly under control and there was already so many other things they were worrying about, and I didn't want to add to that list.