Moonlight

10

Constant noise interrupts my sleep. The heart monitors, Beep, beep, beeps. The nurses shuffling around the halls, the guys foot tapping and hearts racing. I slowly open my eyes and look around. The ceiling is the first thing I see. A white tile type ceiling with a million little black specks on each piece of tile. My eyes follow down the wall, all the way down to the guys. They all smile. A sharp pain hits my body. A feeding tube down my throat, IVs in my arms, nasal cannula (thing that they put around your face), O2 Sat monitor (clothespin on finger). Just what I wanted to wake up to.

"You've fractured your wrist, broke your ankle, broken three ribs on the left side, and fractured your jaw. You've also done some damage to your vocal chords and throat." Ian informs me. I sigh and look at all of them, sitting around my hospital room. Ian, Brent, Jack, Cameron, and Garrison. Jack's jaw is covered with a large gauze bandage.

I can't speak, mumble, walk, or move. My ankle is resting on a crappy hospital pillow, my chest tightly wrapped with ace bandages all the way around my body, my wrist is trapped in a cast, and my throat is constricted by a stupid neck brace.

"Guys, do you mind giving us a minute?" Garrison asks the guys. They nod and walk out of the room, yawning. I hope I wasn't out long, I hope I didn't worry them too much.

"You um, were declared dead for four minutes, they were about to give up. We waited for you, three days without being able to see you, they made us stay away from you. You were in critical care for a long time, around the clock watch, wires everywhere, you weren't healing like we usually do." He explains, he takes a shaky breath, his voice cracks a bit.

"I wasn't prepared for this to happen, for you to leave me, for you not to be with me," he whispers.

"Every day I think of the day we met. You with acrylic paint on your fingers, I had just became a werewolf, and you were my weakness. You attracted me like a magnet. I couldn't help but fall in love with you." He recalls.

"I couldn't see you, when you were first admitted here. All I could do was sit in a crappy waiting room, drink stale coffee, and pray to God that you would be okay. Because you, my love, are my everything." He mumbles. He looks into my eyes, tears form like crystals in my eyes.

"If you love me, and understood every word I just said, blink twice. So I know that you, are you. The you that I fell in love with years ago, the one I was in love with yesterday, the one I love now, the one I will be in love with tomorrow." He says. Upon his wish, I blink twice. Watching his face disappears twice as my eyes close. If I could get up and kiss him, I would. If I could tell him I love him, I would. If I could even mumble a single thing to him, I would. But for now, he curls up next to me, making sure I'm comfortable.