What's Real

I Wish

Nadia's POV

5 days after Derrick's surgery, he was checked out and he's now at my house.

I had a lot of work to catch up on so I went to the school and got mine and derrick's homework so we could do it together.

Derrick wanted to give up so many times cause he said that his pain was causing him not to focus. I wouldn't let him give up so we were doing homework for 4 hours straight.

When, we finished I gave him his meds cause it was about that time for him to take them again.

"Nadia... I think I love you too" Derrick said.

"Hmm?"

"I love you"

I smiled.

"I love you too Derrick"

He went to sleep after a while. After that, I kept catching myself stare at him, watching him sleep.

I'm glad he's okay now, but when I was at school getting our work the Captain of the basketball team came up to me saying that Derrick should watch his back.

That scared me a little.

I got up and went downstairs to watch TV while he slept in my room, he's a light sleeper at the moment.

Like last night, I snapped my finger and he woke up. He also hates being alone in th dark now. Every time we are about to go to sleep, I turn the light off and he would stick to me.

Part of me thinks it's cute and the other half thinks it's heartbreaking
36 minutes later...

"Nadia" Derrick called from my room.

I got up and walked upstairs.

"What's up?"

"I can't breathe"

"What do you mean you can't breathe? Like is it bad?"

He nodded his head.

"Alright I'll be right back."

I went and turned the TV off and came back to my room. I wasn't just gonna let him be alone when he can't breathe.

"Sit up" I said. I helped him sit up straight, then told him to breathe deep and try to calm down.

Minutes passed and he still wasn't breathing okay.

"Come on, let's go downstairs..."

He slowly got up and made his way to the stairs.

"I won't make it down there" he said.

"What's wrong? You feeling weak?"

"Mhmm" he said shaking his head.

"Here I'll help hold you up so if you start to fall them I'll be there... okay?"

"... okay"

He took two steps, then he fell forward. At the last second I grabbed his arm but his weight pulled me down the stairs and we both tumbled to the bottom.

I got up slowly. That stunned me for a second.

"Your leg okay Ricky?" I asked.

"... Yeah" He said weakly.

I started to help him back up but before I did that I picked up everything that dropped out of my hands when I grabbed his arm and put it on the couch.

I slowly helped him back up to his feet, well his one foot, and sat him on the couch.

It was much cooler down here and he soon fell back asleep after telling me that he loved me for the millionth time.

We aren't dating yet...

But I wish I could say we were.