Our Time Together

Awake

Glass blue orbs looked up from the bright monitor, they stared at the ceiling up above, memorizing the patterns in the light grey shade. Around this time of the year, Bryce would continue his winter tradition of going downstairs, making two hot mugs of hot chocolate topped with whipped cream. One of the mugs belonged to a hazel eyed male and the other to Bryce. He would sit in the living room with Ryan and Buddy, talking about their New Year's Resolutions or dreams. It was now that he could hardly give any indication of caring for his well being as he let out a small cough.

Bryce's thoughts consumed his mind as he lightly traced the bruise his forearm, a small pain accompanying the mark. He started to remember how he had acquired such mark on his arm as his surrounding blurred slowly around him. In an instant after everything went a dull grey, he instantly gained a recollection of his thoughts long enough to place where he was. Bryce was long gone from Ryan's small office back in Chicago with Buddy, but at the scene of the accident.

Bare trees were decorated in bright white lights and they lit up the atmosphere in a bright and cheery manner. People were everywhere, either chatting and commenting on the decorations, or taking pictures with the beautiful scenery. The weather was cold enough to bite at his face and the cold breeze that blew through made him shiver. The snow that was falling gingerly around him made him feel cold and wet, but he paid no mind as Ryan stood next to him, smiling and laughing.

Ryan pulled at his hands slightly in an attempt to get him to move to the music playing around them. No sound came from him as he started swaying to the beat, a loud cackle came from the older man and he could remember the words, "Ohm, Ohm please, I don't dance..." The cackling stopped and that made Bryce tear up. Ryan was smiling widely, reaching from cheek to cheek. A sob and whine was ripped from Bryce's mouth, the only source of sound after the music stopped, he knew what came next.

The serene scene switched to one of madness as the cold penetrated his body and consuming him whole. He was no longer dancing next to Ryan, but kneeling at the side of the road, his best friend laying in a pool of his own blood. The headlights of a drunkard being his only source of light in his eyes as he clutches Ryan's unmoving body. Sirens and bystanders scream at the sudden accident, but he ignores them in shock.

A sudden jerk from familiar hands clear up his view and suddenly he's back with Buddy in the cozy office. Deep amber eyes stare at him from above as he lays flat on the ground, Buddy laying his head on his stomach. Bryce lifts his head and notices Jonathan standing at the doorway, a worried look aimed directly at him. He directs his attention back at Luke, a million questions running through his mind. Luke only looks at him and shakily tells him, "He's awake."