Play Hard

Chapter 18

Evan pov.

My vision was blurry and it didn't help that all the doctors and nurses were shining a bright white light in my eyes, snapping their fingers in front of them, trying to get a reaction. I tried to lift my arms but I was too weak. I tried to talk but my voice was almost gone. I had no idea what had happened or how long I've been out, it was all a big blur in my memories. "Evan, can you hear me?" a nurse said and I used all my strength to nod back. I blinked a lot, trying to look around me. All the other nurses and doctors had left me, there were only one, who talked to me. "Can you remember anything?" She asked me and I shook my head for no. I got a shock when she told me that I've been out for almost two months, my eyes widened by it. "You came in with a massive skull fracture and you've been choked too. Because of the choking, we had to make sure all your reflexes worked properly." She said as she looked down in my papers. She assured me that it was everything I needed to know and then left my room.
I tried to sit up a little in my bed and got a glass of water, thinking it might help on my voice because my throat was sore. I could finally move my limbs again and I looked around my room. There were a lot of stuff laying around, blankets, pillows, books, and flowers on the tables. Who has been here? Jon? I looked to my right a saw a book with a pencil on top of it. I took the book and began reading the first page. As I turned more of the pages, tears began streaming down my face. He's been here for me every day. Taking care of me. Something caught my eye because on the last page there were written only one line.
"He's a mess without you... Because he loves you."
-Luke
I noticed there was a date written in the top corner. This is from yesterday! I couldn't get out of my bed fast enough and it made me fall to the floor, I couldn't stand up straight yet. I pressed the emergency button and nurses came running to pick me up. As they held my up on my feet I kept trying to speak but they didn't hear me. "J... Jo... N... Whe...re?" Finally, a nurse understood me. "Jonathan?" She said and I nodded fast. The nurse walked out of my room and came back with a wheelchair for me. She drove me down the hall, which was weird. Is he in the waiting room? Suddenly we stopped outside a closed door and she opened it. What? Why is he here? I gave her a confused look and she turned some of the lights on. Right there on the bed were Jon sleeping. He really looked like a mess. His hair was kinda long and he looked skinny too. She rolled me closer to his bed and woke him up gently. His eyes opened slowly and they were his normal cornflower blue. As soon as our eyes met I tried to stand but my legs were too wobbly but Jon saw and got up quickly to catch me. Even though he caught me, we both ended on the floor, just holding on to each other tightly in our hospital gowns. I've never felt so many emotions rushing through me at the same time. We held on for what seemed like hours and it felt like we haven't touched each other for years. The only word I could manage to get out was "Why?" and I could feel he tensed up by it. He shook his head in the curve of my neck. "I know you're disappointed." He said and began crying. "No." I said with a low voice and dried his tears away with my thumb. "I hope you like your haircut." He said and slid his fingers through my hair, chuckling lightly. "I've missed you so much! It's been horrible!" He cried out and his tears kept falling, he couldn't stop once he started but now they seemed like happy tears. With all I could muster I said "Thank you." He hugged me tightly again. I still didn't know how exactly he ended at the hospital too and I needed to know the whole story, the truth. I've read most of what's been going on around me from what Jon had written down.
Jon stood up and helped me up onto his bed. I pointed to him and around the room and by his facial expression, I knew he understood what I was trying to ask him. His smile turned to a frown. "Luke said you're mess?" I said and I coughed a lot after, it was many words coming from my sore throat. He sat down beside me on the bed and took my hand in his. "I was so fucking terrified and needed to take my mind off things, so, yeah, I began drinking a lot and taking some drugs." He sighed deeply but I took his chin and held his face up to mine. "I'm here." I said, almost whispering. I smiled to him, so he could see that I didn't care about all the stupid shit he had done while I was gone. I couldn't blame him, he thought he had lost me, I would probably have ended the same way without him. "I'm nothing without you, not myself. I can't function, I'm too weak." He said and I shook my head at him. "Not, weak." I said and his eyes lit up. "And yes, I like it." I pointed to my hair and he smiled and nudged me in the side. We leaned our foreheads on each other, fingers intertwined and eyes closed. I thought about kissing him but I wanted him to do it, I didn't want to rush things and at the same time, it couldn't go fast enough. He opened his eyes and finally, there it was. "Can I?" he asked me and tears came to my eyes. "Yes, of course." It was the best feeling in the world, butterflies flew around in my gut. It felt like we've waited a thousand years for this day, where we wouldn't be disturbed by anything or anyone. No more problems and he had promised me no more Delirious.
The kiss heated up and I opened my eyes because I felt a burning sensation on my neck. The mark I had made on Jon's neck glowed and so did mine but as soon as the kiss stopped the glowing stopped too. "What was that?" He asked me and I shrugged my shoulders. I've never seen that happen before to anyone, but I guess we were a rare situation.