My Saving Grace - Brallon

Ryan

I woke up the next morning to find myself tightly held in Dallon's arms, tears were dried on each other's faces. I remembered how we forgave each other, our emotions scattered all over the place. I was glad Ryan had made me forgive Dallon and apologize to him. Ryan was right.

I didn't want to get up, I wanted to stay here, but the doctors definitely would not allow it. We needed to get up.

"Dallon, we need to get up, you need to release me," I giggled.

Dallon just groaned and squeezed me tighter, making me feel like I was being crushed.

"Dallon," I choked. "I can't breathe, you're crushing me."

He reluctantly let me go with a sigh. I sat up and looked at Dallon, who was beginning to try to go back to sleep. I decided it would be funny to pester Dallon by poking his face. But when I lightly poked his face, he flinched and his eyes popped open, a slight look of panic in them.

"I'm sorry, Dallon, I forgot, I just wanted to tease you," I said.

Dallon gave me a smile of understanding and sat up. We just sat on his bed together in silence, things were still a little awkward between us. After a few minutes, Dallon broke the silence.

"I'm sorry, Brendon," he said, a sad look on his face. "I didn't mean to upset you like that."

I frowned, remembering the words he was apologizing for.

"He's real," I whispered, barely loud enough for Dallon to hear.

"Where is he then? When he disappears in the night?" He asked. "I've seen you look for him, but he isn't there. He can't leave, they lock the doors, so where is he?"

Dallon was speaking to me slowly, trying his best not to upset me again. I thought about his questions, I had no explanation for it, but Ryan was real, I know it.

"He has to be real, he's as real to me as you are, I don't understand," I replied.

"I know, Bren, but nobody is there, I'm not lying to you. I just want to help you like you've been helping me," he said.

Tears started welling up into my eyes, I didn't want to believe it. Ryan HAD to be real. I wanted to believe that Dallon was lying to me, but I couldn't.

"I don't want to believe it, I can't believe it," I sobbed.

Dallon immediately hugged me tight while I cried, whispering comforting words to me.

"I know it's hard to believe right now, but maybe I can help you see the truth one day," he whispered. I was sobbing even harder.

"Ryan!" I cried out, over and over again, each time resulting in Dallon squeezing me tighter.

We sat there, in each other's arms for what felt like hours. Dr. Wentz came in to wake us up.

"It's time for breakfast, boys," he said, then noticed the scene in front of him. "Is everything okay?"

I felt Dallon slightly nod his head, which caused Dr. Wentz to let out a small gasp. He quietly walked out of the room, letting us have our moment.

"Do you want to go to breakfast?" he asked after I had calmed down.

"Yeah, let's go," I said, wiping the few remaining tears off my face.

We walked to breakfast together, Dallon clinging to my arm. When we grabbed our food and turned to go to our table, I saw Ryan was there. I thought about what Dallon said, but he was right there, as real as everyone else.

"He's there, Dallon," I said. "He's real."

We walked over to our table and I stared at Ryan, looking for any signs to prove he wasn't real. I came up empty handed.

"You're real, you're right in front of me," I whispered.

Ryan looked puzzled, "Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know," I replied.

All of the sudden, I felt Dallon grab my hand. I looked at him and he shook his head. He didnt want to talk with other people around him, only to me alone. I looked back towards Ryan, but he was gone. Disappearing once again.

"Ryan?" I said, looking all around the room. Dallon had slight smile on his face. I could understand why.

. . .

I missed Ryan, I wanted to spend time with him, real or not, I still loved him. Whenever I caught glimpses of him, standing across the room, he was smiling at me and Dallon. Then Dallon would snatch my attention away from Ryan and he was gone again.

"I miss Ryan," I frowned.

Dallon looked at me sadly and held my hand. I knew that seeing Ryan upset him, but I couldn't help it.

When we arrived at our room, Dallon immediately dragged me to his bed.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I laughed.

Dallon was giggling cutely as he crawled into the bed and under the blankets.  I started teasingly walking over to my bed and Dallon started to whine, "Brendon, noooo."

"I'm kidding, Dallon," I said while climbing into his bed. He instantly latched onto me.

We laid there quietly for a few minutes when Dallon asked, "How often did you see him today?"

"Just during breakfast and a couple glimpses of him the rest of the day, you kept distracting me," I answered.

"I'm stopping you from seeing him?" He smiled.

"Yeah, when you grab my attention, he just disappears," I replied.

Dallon just smiled happily. I faintly heard him whisper to himself, "We're gonna get out of here."

He lightly kissed my cheek, before closing his eyes and falling asleep. I stared at him in wonder, he was an amazing person and I was glad I had gotten to know him. He helped distract me from missing Ryan and from seeing him. I didn't want to believe he wasn't real but I trusted Dallon. I was saving Dallon, and in return, he was saving me. I smiled at that thought and fell asleep.

A.N.

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