Whatever Helps You Sleep At Night

What We've Done to Our Faces And Our Fingers

I paced the hospital waiting room for what seemed like hours until a nurse in pink scrubs came in and told me I could visit him. I was scared because I was hoping that everything would be fine. That he only had a broken arm at the most. I was wrong.

When I walked into his room he was hooked up to numerous amounts of monitors and little tubes sticking every which way from different parts of his body. I gasped at the sight of him with one leg up in a cast, and both his arms broken. Just the tips of his fingers showing beneath the cast. His face was purple and blue, and one of his eyes was swelled shut.

Frank heard my gasp because he opened the one eye he could and looked at me. "I thought you wouldn't come." He croaked out. "Hush baby, I'm here now and I'm never letting you out of my sight" I managed to say without choking up. Frank scooted over and winced in pain from the movement. He must be in so much pain. I can't even comprehend what Frank is feeling. He motioned with what limbs he could to the spot next to him.

I climbed in careful that I wouldn't touch him and hurt him. I was sitting up, and he rested his head on my chest and I watched as his eyes grow droopy and his breathing started to slow into a somewhat steady pattern. I petted his hair that was crusty with his own dried blood, and looked down at the man sleeping. He looked so vulnerable. I want to protect him. I traced his scorpion tattoo and dosed off.

Sorry for the wait I'm a lazy son of a bitch so I didn't write for a while - I