Chasing Butterflies- Ryden

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--Ryan--

I lay in the hospital bed, feeling the empty space next to me. Brendon probably went home.

I feel like I'm living Camisado. How it wasn't an accident, and how I'm lying in a hospital bed, an IV attached to me. The scent of dead skin on the linoleum floor, the scent of the quarintine wings in the hospital.

Its like the song is coming to life.

"Ryan?" My mom's voice fills the hospital room.

"Yeah, mom?" I ask.

"You're getting out of the hospital today. I just signed you out. We can go now." She says, and I sigh.

I'm going to miss this place.

I get up from the bed and she leaves, closing the door. Stripping myself of the hospital gown and taking off the IV, I put my regular clothes on. Its good to be back in them.

I open the door and my mom looks up from the floor.

"Ready?" She asks.

"Yeah. Mom, we need to talk about something serious."

"What is it?"

"Brendon came out to his parents yesterday, and they may have or may not have kicked him out. I don't know yet. But if he does get kicked out, can he stay with us? He has a job, and he can help pay bills."

"I don't know. I guess he can, but no buttsex while I'm home, okay?" She smiles.

"Okay." I say, "Actually, I'm supposed to meet with him right now. He promised me ice cream."

My mom laughs, "Okay, I'll see you later. Also, here's your phone. Bye, Ry. I love you."

"Bye, mom. I love you, too." And I walk down the hallway, since there's patients who are sleeping or dying.

I glance into patient's rooms, looking at them, trying to guess their age, and then looking at the heart monitor. In one glance, I can tell who's going to make it or who's not.

What if there was no heaven? And what if there was no oblivion? What if there was this place that was organized in causes of death?

Whoever ruled over it would place all the people who died in a car accident in one area, all the people who were hit by a natural disaster in another, the suicide people in a different area, the homicide people in another area, and so on. If Brendon ever dies, I wanna go the same way he goes.

I can't think of a world without him.

I walk out the hospital doors, racing to Brendon's house.

--

I stand outside Brendon's window, trying to see if he's in there. I throw a pebble at his window, hoping that he'll open it. He does, after a few seconds. His eyes are puffy and red from crying, and he has a bruise on his cheek.

They're kicking him out.

I rush up the pipes, mumbling swear words under my breath, tossing useless threats into the air. I tumble into his window and get up quickly, pulling him into a tight hug. He collapses into my arms, sobs falling from his soft lips.

"Hey, its okay. My mom said you could move in with us." I try to comfort him, "Let's get you cleaned up, and then I'll take you out to get ice cream."

I guide him to the bathroom, noticing every little detail about his room. There's no decoration, nothing. Its just all white.

I flick on the light switch in the bathroom, and he leans against the wall.

"Got any make up?" I ask softly, and he nods.