Grey Eyed Savior

XLVI. Fear does not control me.

I never thought about death. People always make it out to be this scary, painful end. Death never really scared me. Other things did; heights, spiders, guns, the dark, but never death.

It's weird to think about dying. Where do you go? What happens when your life is at its peak. When your life has ended. Some people may never know what truly happens when the soul leaves the body, forever at peace. Thankfully, I am one of those people.

My eyes flutter open, and I am blinded shortly by the bright white light shining in my eyes. I blink away the blindness and am once again met with a white ceiling that is oh so familiar.

I let out a sigh of relief and slowly raise my head, and am met with the black hair of the boy who I have grown to love. I see his head resting in my arm as he lays, his back moving with each steady breath he takes.

I take in my body, moving around slightly to feel all of my limbs intact. I feel a tube in my throat once again and shut my eyes, met with the discomfort.

I hear the door to my room open and a set of footsteps following behind. I move my hand and guide it up to my mouth, trying to take out the tube that is blocking my throat. I feel a set of hands grab my own as they stop me from succeeding.

"Let me help," I hear a kind voice whisper as I open my eyes, met with a blonde haired nurse who is giving me a polite smile. I nod my head and take a deep breath, calming my nerves.

I feel her peel off the tape from my skin before she prepares me for the removal. I take in a deep breath and feel the tube make its way up. I struggle to breath and for a brief moment the machines start to beep a little faster.

As the tube is removed, Adam shoots up in a rush and looks around before his eyes meet mine. His face morphs from fear into relief in a matter of seconds. His hands are on my face as he never breaks eye contact.

"I'm so sorry," Adam says before he breaks down, sobbing into my lap. My heart pulls at the sound of his cries, making tears sting behind my eyes.

I pull his head up and make him look into my eyes. I can't exactly speak, so I pull his head towards mine and lay a gentle kiss onto his lips, letting him know that it's ok.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he takes in a deep breath as he closes his eyes. "I went out to get you more pills. I didn't think I would be gone so long but the store was having problems and I had to go across town and . . . fuck," he lets out before he opens his eyes again.

I point to the water at the end of the table, silently asking for a drink. Adam reaches over and helps me drink. I feel the water soothe my sore throat and I finish it off.

I take in a breath and try to talk. "I-It's," I clear my throat, my voice coming out shaky and scratchy. "It's not your fault," I whisper, knowing I won't be able to talk too loud for a while. "I should have been there Avery," he says, and I'm taken aback by my name coming from his lips.

"Don't call me that," I whisper as I shake my head, not liking the way my name sounds from him. "What?" He asks, his voice filled with confusion. "You called me Avery," I clear my throat and point for more water.

He obliges and gives me more. "I don't like you calling me Avery," I say, a little louder than I should, "it's weird," I say, quieter, before my throat starts to burn again. "I'm sorry love," he smiles, bringing my knuckles to his lips.

I smile in reply and close my eyes, feeling tired. "Get some rest sweetheart," he says as he kisses my temple. I pout a little, wishing he could sleep next to me.

I hear him chuckle beside me and open my eye. I look at him and see him smirking. "I have you wrapped around my finger," he laughs and I nod. He lightly picks me up, barely off the bed and carefully moves me over.

He lays down beside me and holds me in his arms. I sigh, feeling content in his arms as I feel myself being pulled into the dark.