Don't take my memories~Drier

Chapter Twenty Seven~Make Pretend

An;; explanation time. Lately, I have been lacking the energy and motivation to write after Fvk splitting up and not thinking people like this story, but now I'm back and hopefully I'll be getting some stories finished. I hope you guys enjoy this and if you don't want to read it, I understand, I'll try to be here for those who want to read (no promises). I know this story seems to be going nowhere but after this filter chapter, everything will kick off, trust me 😉
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Drew's PoV
     When I had fallen asleep I could not recall. All I knew was that one minute I was there, awake and smiling as Kier played with my messed up hair and that the next I had been carried away into a sleepy abyss, with little recollection of what had just happened. All I remembered was a kiss, the tangible taste of someone's smooth lips against my own, yet it was hard to remember who's. A part of me wanted to believe that they had been Kier's, yet I had never been that optimistic.

The night passed by as quickly as a dream, and before I knew it, I was being dragged awake by the sunlight flitting through my blinds. I instantly squeezed my eyes tightly shut and tried to roll over on the bed, but my tired limbs refused to cooperate, so I ended up staying in my uncomfortable position, my back aching from the nights sleep. From peeking open my eyelids and taking a fleeting, curious glance around my familar room, I realised I was laid right in the edge of my tight bed, on the opposite side to the one I usually took.

What the hell had happened last night?

I groaned internally as my mind begin to ache, not used to having to think this early in the morning. Most mornings I woke up at the exact time, to the exact same sight of the daylight slowly flitting through the window, to the exact same dark thoughts of having to spend another day here. As weird as it seemed, the doom and gloom of my morning routine kept me sane and actually prevented me from thinking too much, meaning that I could save the tiny bit of brain power my sleep gave me later on in the day, when I had to figure out how best to handle the patronising specialists the doctors threw at me and how best to hide my strange illness from the hired stranger during our first talk. It was comforting in a way, to have the same routine daily, and now that it had gone, I felt frightened.

Instinctively, I pulled the cover tighter around my figure, using it as a weak shield. Every thought I had was incoherent and just sent me weird, blurred images from the night before, none of the, making sense. They all showed different stages in the might, from around 1 am to 4 am, with different things and conversations occupying them, yet one of them remained clear. For once it hasn't been myself or Luke that I had been conversing with; it had been Kier. But what could Kier have been doing in my room that late at night, when he'd already been sent home and getting inside had been made near impossible by night security? And if he was here, by some weird chance, where was he now?

A stiff, familar cough broke me from confusing thoughts, the hushed, frustrated tone causing a shiver to roll down my spine. I whimpered slightly at the early morning wake up call, but opened my weary eyes quickly, knowing the person would just persist until they got my direct attention. I resisted the urge to glare directly at them as I grabbed my pillow weakly and hoisted myself up, moving to a sitting position on the bed, my back placed against the headboard to stop me slipping down in my tired, weak state.

"Ahh Drew, you're finally awake. What a surprise!" Lukes voice chimed in cheerily, the great doctor sending me a fake, wide toothy grin from his seat at the side of my bed, his clipboard and pen placed tightly in his arm like they always were. I groaned lightly, knowing that this was most likely one of his lectures.

"Yeah, I-I c-couldn't really s-sleep much I-in this light" I mumbled, tactfully leaving out the part about him pratically waking me up with his well timed cough, knowing that it would just cause an argument between us if I said differently.