Band-Aids On Bruises

Day

[The Next Day (Not Really, Just Like A Few Hours Later)]

I slowly open my eyes and let out a yawn, blinking and squinting at the sun that's suddenly shining on my face. 'That's something I haven't woken up to recently : sun in my face.' I think and snuggle back into the covers.

Then, suddenly, I'm very aware of a large amount of heat radiating against my back, and I realise that it wasn't the wall like I originally thought. There's also hands holding onto my chest lightly. Oddly, my brain tells me not to panic, so I place my own hands on top of the other ones.

I close my eyes and let myself relax. I don't bother thinking about whoever is in my bed with me (I have a pretty good guess who it is anyways) and appreciate not waking up from nightmares or having any panic attacks.

I shift in my spot and turn myself so I'm facing my 'guest'. I press my nose into the fabric of their shirt and inhale deeply, taking in their scent. 'Yup, it's Fisher.' I smile into his shirt and press myself closer to him. 'Why is Fisher here though? How did he get here? When did he get here?'

Suddenly, memories from last night flood into my head. Nightmares, panic attacks, phone calls... My eyes snap open and I push away from Fisher, squirming out of his grasp and eventually falling onto the floor next to my bed.

I look up at my window. It's open with no screen on, Fisher's hoodie is sitting underneath it with his phone lying on top. My eyes widen as I start to piece together this puzzle. 'I thought that was all part of a dream! It wasn't real! I thought it wasn't real! Fisher knows now! Does he hate me? He wasn't supposed to find out! No, no, no...'

I begin murmuring some of my thoughts out loud, mostly repeating the word "No" over and over again. My hands make their way to my hair and I begin tugging at it in panic, a few tears threaten to fall. I try my best to remember what happened last night, what was real and what wasn't since it's all a blur.

My muttering must have woken up Fisher, because I begin to hear noises come from atop my bed. I hear Fisher pat the bed around him, probably looking for me, and I hear him shuffle around.

"Dustin?" he calls quietly, and I try my best to conceal the fact that I was beginning to cry, but to no avail. I hear more movement and suddenly Fisher's face is peering over the side of the bed and down and me.

"Dustin!?" he asks again, more concern in his tone. I shake my head and hide my face in my hands. Before I know it, he's by my side and holding me close to him.

"It's okay D. It's okay." he tells me quietly. I grip his shirt and sigh deeply into his chest.

"You weren't supposed to find out..." I whisper to him "I was going to deal with it on my own... I didn't want you have to deal with any more of my problems..."

Fisher rubs my back "I'm always going to be here for you D. I don't want to see you deal with these things on your own. I want to help you, and I'm always going to be willing to help you." He moves me so I'm sitting in between his legs and wraps his arms around my chest.

"There's just so much wrong with me..."

"I see nothing wrong."

I wipe my tears away "You always say that."

"I speak the truth." he nuzzles his face into my neck and I giggle.

"Sure you do. What time is it?"

"Almost three in the afternoon."

"What time did we sleep?"

"Around four in the morning."