H2OVanoss: Unexpected

Part 5

DELIRIOUS POV
Hospital: ok there is a man here who says his name is Evan. He’s at the hospital. He is not fairing well.
He dropped the phone with a clatter. His heart began to swell with joy. The crew came in and saw Delirious’s flurry of movement. They looked questioningly at his new set of emotions. They didn’t even need to ask him. “The hospital called and they send that Evan is at there. I’m leaving to go there now.”
With those words the rest of the time became a bundle of activity themselves. They entered their respective vehicles and drove to Los Santos General.
Delirious walked to the reception desk.
D: My name is Jonathan. Some one called me about and Evan Fong being in the hospital. I was wondering if you could direct me and our companions towards where he is.
Receptionist: Of course follow me.
They followed the woman left and right. Up elevators. And through more turns. She came to a halt and motioned them into a room. They walked in an the sight brought Delirious to his knees. Tears slipped silently down his face.
He looked at the love of his life hockey up to machine after machine. He had tubes running into his arms. His boyfriend looked like a giant had stepped on him and crushed him. Not doing well was right. He looked terrible.
He walked over to Vanoss and slipped his hand into Vanoss’s hand. He squeezed and was surprised to feel the hand grasp weakly back. He then heard a murmur so he turned his head in time to see Vanoss open his eyes.
A doctor came in and immediately tuned to Vanoss. “He wasn’t going to wake up. He was pretty much dead. He’s done something that is very rare.” Delirious smiled and gingerly pecked Vanoss on the forehead. Vanoss mumbled and closed his eyes slightly.

VANOSS POV
I was stuck in darkness fighting for a small door that was ions away. The pain from all of my injuries was gone which was a big relief but the struggle of my life took up a new meaning.
I didn’t want to die in the hospital. No, I wanted my boy friend. I wanted my friends. I wanted life. And I would have it somehow. I escaped one hell and I will escape this place too.
Stuck in a motionless run I tried again for the door.
I struggled for the better part of an hour when I felt something squeeze my hand. And I knew who it was. Delirious.
The hand pulled me towards the door. I reached out and it pulled me through. I saw the light above my eye lids but I kept my eyes closed for a second. I gently grabbed back at Delirious’s hand and muttered his name. Opening my eyes I saw a tear stained Delirious. My heart skipped a beat. I was finally with my love.
A doctor walked in and looked shocked. He began to speak. “He wasn’t going to wake up.” Oh yes I fucking am going to wake up.  “He was pretty much dead.” Not going to stop me from coming back. I am not leaving without a fight. “He’s done something that is very rare.” Cool.
Delirious leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. I smiled and murmured “I love you Delirious.” And closed my eyes just a little  to take in the feel of his lips on my forehead.  It gave me butterflies.
I looked up to see the team standing there looking at mine and Delirious’s moment. I snickered. Looks like he told them oh well. They all had excitement plastered on there faces. “hey guys! How are you all holding up without me.”
I didn’t want to talk about myself just yet. I was worried about my guys first off. Each said they had been miserable without me and that they were relieved that I was alive.
It was time to get to business. I dreaded this part but it had to happen eventually.
Me: How long was I gone?
Mini: a week.
Me: How bad do I look?
Terroriser: like shit.
Me: How bad are the injuries?
Nogla: terrible.
Basically: a broken arm, broken hands, lots of blood loss, two gun shots. Just lots of broken bones.
Delirious: Let’s say you nearly died. Which is true.
Each time I spoke it came out as a whisper. I could hardly speak because it hurt too much. Hearing the extent of my injuries was nothing that I was surprised about. I was just glad to be alive and glad to be awake.
My stomach growled. It sounded like little monsters roaring. A nurse came in with a plate of food.
Nurse: here comes the first thing of food sense your arrival here. First nutrients since coming to this place.
Anger boiled inside of me. I was pissed. “I haven’t eaten in a week. Even these guys could tell. If this is the first time I’m getting nutrients in a week then you guys royal fucked up. Malnutrition is what we’re taking about.  No wonder I feel like shit.”
I was trying to yell but it came out as normal speech. Well I guess it was better than my now usual whisper. The nurse was tripping over herself. Gawking at my anger. Delirious was pissed off himself. “Give me that food I feed him myself. Just get the fuck out of here. Pick yourself up woman.”
She handed over the food and scurried out of the room. He spoon feed me each bite. It tasted like shit. My face screwed up in disgust but I devoured it anyways. Each bite was bland and tasted like hospital.
The food was finally gone and my stomach was finally full after a week of being empty. Now began the long process of recovery. Remind me to do a job immediately after being completely healed.
I felt great, I felt awesome. I felt like I was all of a sudden getting hit by a thousand knives in the side. I let out a sharp scream. Tears flooding into my eyes and clouding my vision. Each scream tore my throat and I couldn’t breath. Oh god what was wrong with me?
Doctors ran in as they heard my shrieks. They tore my blanket off and I saw a crimson tide coming out of my side. I somehow pulled the stiches out of the gash.
The blood leaked out fast. I saw spots in eyes. I didn’t want to go back to that place again. I fought to stay awake. But I felt myself slip back into that black abyss.