'very distracted'
“It’s late Tro, I better get going,” I say, unwillingly getting up from the couch where Troye and I were watching a movie.
“Okay Jake,” he says getting up as well. “See you tomorrow?”
“Of course,” I say hugging him briefly.
He leaves the room, going upstairs perhaps to the bathroom or something.
Just before I am about to go out the door, I turn on my heel, rushing over to the dog who is still lying on the carpet in the living room.
I kneel at his side, stroking his head softly.
“Hey B, I need you to hang in okay. Whatever is going with you, you need to stay strong for Troye,” the dog sits up, as if truly paying attention to my words, perhaps he is. “Troye needs you; you have to be healthy for him. He loves you too much to lose you or have to give you up,” I don’t know what I am thinking honestly but talking to the dog gives me some sort of relief for my saddness for Troye, making me feel like I am doing something, despite knowing I know that I am practically useless in this situation.
Bruno now stares at me, his ears low and his eyes drooping slightly. He looks upset. He is not acting like the Bruno who was scratching on my door just few months ago, this is not the Bruno who Troye knows either, I just hope the healthy Bruno will make a return.
I do the first thing that comes to mind and I hug the dog, giving him a kiss and his head and I then leave, before I make myself cry.
Trying to do some school work when I got back was a futile attempt but I did what I could, then opting to just go to bed.
It’s the last week anyway.
Climbing into bed that night I already knew that I would be getting a restless night’s sleep; if any at all.
…….
I wait rather anxiously at work the next day whilehelping customers, with very little friendliness at that. I was more distracted than anything really. In a way I wanted the clock to just stand still so that if something is really wrong with Bruno I won’t have to see a broken hearted Troye but at the same time I feel like I can’t wait any longer to know how he is doing, both of them actually.
Troye texted me this morning to say he would make it to the store before closing time as he usually would.
My heart just about stopped when I looked back to the clock to see Troye was close to being about twenty minutes late. Troye was never late. My anxiety grew when I saw closing time had already past and still no Troye and Bruno.
Jenn burst through the door with haste, shocked to see me still there.
“Oh, Jacob. What are you still doing here? Closing time has already been and gone,” she says, double checking her wrist watch.
“Oh,” I say feigning ignorance. “I will be locking up now,” I say while hurriedly getting my bag, nearly throwing off the register from the counter with my haste.
“Jacob? Are you alright?” Jenn asks, obviously noticing me being antsy.
“Uh yeah, see you tomorrow, Jenn,” I say with an awkward wave and smile, foreign to my own.
“Okay, see you, I will be locking up behind myself then,” she says. I wave once more and leave out the door, almost falling over my own feet down the short flight of steps.
I run over to my car, scrambling to get my phone out my back pocket. I find Troye’s contact quickly and call him. Those four rings were torture.
“T? Where are you?” I ask as soon as he picks up.
“Oh Jacob hey, sorry I just… I was meant to call but I just… yeah I am quite frazzled. I am also not sure of what to do right now. Can you pick me up from the vet? I will send you the address,” he sounds very distracted although I don’t pick up anything like grief in his tone, but it still worries me.
“Of course I will be right there,” Troye hangs up right after I say that, very unlike him. He always says goodbye but I think nothing more of it. I glance quickly over the address Troye sends me.
I am driving like some real learner driver, earning some sour looks from other drivers but I couldn’t be bothered.
Once there, I rush out my car and make my in to the waiting room, finding Troye quickly. He looks okay but has a strange blank expression on his face, he is thinking; his eyes are closed.
I take a quiet seat next to him, the two of us besides one other lady in the room. Troye instantly opens his eyes, looking in my direction.
“Hey, Tro,” I say, rubbing his arm softly.
“Hey,” he says, a smile falls on his face, his smile. My heart lifts immediately. “Bruno is fine, Lisa was right and so were you. He just has a minor ear infection but they taking care of it right now.”
“Oh thank God,” I say, ducking my head in relief.
“Jeez I would think you are the his owner,” Troye says with a chuckle.
“Well yeah he feels like my child too,” I say earnestly. Troye giggles; I will never get tired of that beautiful sound.
“But yeah I nearly broke down in that room when the vet said it was nothing major,” Troye says, beaming.
“Well same with me right now,” we chuckle once more, a vet then walking in and calling Troye’s last name to get Bruno.
“Come along,” Troye says, taking my hand. “I need you to take Bruno’s place for a bit.”
“Of course,” I say, and may I say, Bruno’s job is not as easy as one may think. Troye nearly bumps into a chair within a few seconds of me leading him. I decide holding his hand is not the best thing so I rather opt for wrapping my arm around his waist; he melts into my side.
I love that.
I take Troye to the room more carefully, opening the door for him then to be greeted by a beaming Bruno.
I don’t know who is more relieved to have each other back by their side again. The dog or his owner.
an:/ okay but this story is getting sm support i'm :')
tysm guys!! ily!!
