A thick silence falls upon the room, the only sound being the uneven inhalations of our breaths. His expression falls, his eyes widening as he comprehends what he just heard. His fingers twitch by his sides, his shoulders falling as his eyes search my face; looking for something that I don't understand.
"Oh." He says unintelligently, still staring at me vacantly.
I lean my head back, frowning as the pain in my head only increases. I can't stand to ruin our moment; the one we've apparently been waiting years for but the pain is becoming almost unbearable.
"You're...in love with me?" He asks tentatively and I smile lopsidedly. Sam is such a romantic.
"Yes. Agonisingly so." I admit. Outwardly, I'm taking his silence pretty well but internally I'm a wailing, melting mess. I try to remind myself of Robin's confidence in us, of Robin's confidence in Sam's affection but no one can be sure, not until it happens.
"How long?" He asks quietly, looking at his hands now.
"I'm not sure." I answer honestly and he nods. My eyebrows pinch together, my fists clenching the sheets as best I can as a new wave of pain washes over me. I try to focus on Sam, memorising his features and taking comfort in his company.
He glances up and notices my discomfort almost immediately.
"Elias? What's wrong? Is it your head?" He asks, flitting forwards as his hand grazes against my forehead. He reaches over to my call button but I stop him.
"No, not yet. The drugs make me loopy and I want to remember this." I grit out between clenched teeth. Sam sighs, frowning at me.
"You're in pain, this is ridiculous." He mutters, reaching round me again as I bat his hand away.
"No, please." I say, so softly that he almost doesn't hear me. He withdraws his hand, falling into the chair beside me again in defeat. He drops his head into his open hands and I feel very guilty, not exactly sure what I'm expecting of him.
He's had so much information dumped on him today and I know that if the roles were reversed, I wouldn't know what to say. His trust in me has ultimately been shaken and in hindsight, I probably could have chosen a better time and place to confess my love. Scratch that, I definitely could have.
Don't I pride myself on being a gentleman?
"I'm sorry for not telling you, but I don't regret protecting you. I never will and if you asked, I'd do it again." I murmur, watching as he shakes his head, lifting it to glare at me.
"Even though it almost killed you?" He asks venomously and I laugh to myself.
"An honourable way to go." I insist, my hands becoming clammy as I will my way through the pain. I've done it before and I can do it again.
Sam scoffs at my response but I'm not finished talking yet.
"I'm sorry for confessing how I feel." I continue and Sam glances up, his eyes wide and child-like.
"Did you not mean it?" He asks. I shake my head at the ridiculous idea.
"Of course I did, but this isn't the right time or place and I'm angry at myself that I didn't think it through." I say, wincing not at the pain this time but at how disappointed in myself I am.
Sam is silent again and I exhale shakily, my eyes closing as I struggle to manage the pain anymore. I figure that he hasn't got a response for me, or at least not one he wants me to hear so I reluctantly press the call button.
Sam frowns when a nurse enters, watching as I don't argue or deny his help. He administers more drugs, observing me with a disapproving look. My forehead is lined with perspiration, my teeth clenched together and grinding, it's no wonder that he's frowning.
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Growing Pains
Teen Fiction-A soulmate story- Sam and Eli are best friends, they have been for years and they tell each other everything. Well, almost everything. Elias Grey has felt every cut, bruise and fracture that Samuel Rivera has received for eleven years. He has no...
