Troye's pov
"Wakey, wakeyyy." I hear that rough, scratchy voice next to me as I wake.
My eyes shoot open, as does my body upon hearing that voice and I nearly jump off of the couch when I see the boy in the wheelchair next to me.
"Jakey!" I squeal and lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing him to my chest.
"You're alright? You're alright, you're alright, you're alright. Oh my god, you're alright," I whisper, rubbing his back.
He chuckles, "Yeah, I'm alright. Just uh, careful of the chest please."
My eyes widen and I let go, leaning back and training my eyes on the hospital gown cloaked to the boy.
"Does it hurt?" I ask, imagining how it looks through the gown.
Is it two small cuts, one big one? How'd they save him? What did they do to fix this boy's lungs?
Jacob shakes his head no, giggling.
"Nooo, I'm on a lot of morphine. I'm feeling great." He shoots me a cheeky grin which would, of course, be incomplete without a wink. This kid.
"Are you supposed to be out of bed, mister? Where's my Dad?" I lower my voice as I spot a nurse passing by.
My assumptions are proven correct as Jacob slouches down in the chair, hiding himself from view of the door. His smug little smile grows stronger as he shakes his head no.
"I snuck out when he passed out. Couldn't walk so I stole this from the old lady in the room next to me." He gestures to the wheelchair and shimmies his body back up it once the hallway is clear.
"You're the worst." I murmur, grinning at him.
He hums, "No, I wouldn't say I'm the wooorst. Just a little bad, a little tiny bit."
He closes one eye and pinches his fingers together to show "how bad" he is.
"Alright, I need to get you back into bed for they report you as missing." I sigh, arching my back and cracking it. I throw the blanket to the side next to me and take a sip of the water Dad left for me.
"They'll do that???" He hisses, scrunching his nose up.
I nod quickly, handing the styrofoam cup to him and standing up.
"Yup, I know from experience." I chuckle, walking behind him and strolling us out of this echoey waiting room.
"You know from experience?" He asks strangely as we make it out into the hallway.
"Mhm," I hum.
He turns around in the chair and gives me a suspicious look before wincing and turning back around.
"Careful," I whisper.
"How do you know from experience?" He questions as we take a turn in the hallway leading to the lift.
I gotta give it to him, though, it must've taken quite the effort to get down here just to come see me.
"When Mum was first diagnosed she snuck me out and we hid in the parking garage downstairs." I smile at the memory as we arrive at the lift. I move from behind the boy and walk around to the doors, pressing the button leading up.
Turning back to Jacob, I see the sleepy boy narrowing his eyes at me. He throws the cup I handed to him at a rubbish bin, it landing perfectly in the can with a thump.
"I want to meet your mother."
My smile widens, "Good because she wants to meet you too."
His pupils grow considerably larger as he tilts his head to the side, looking like some tired ole puppy in my eyes.
