Gay/ Joshler

27.

Tyler's pov:
"Hey-Ty? Tyler!?"
My heart aches. I hurt, emotionally and physically, inside and out.

I bolt up up the stairs, fumbling to get in my room.

Slowly, I fall down against my door, ignoring the knocking and shouting from the other side.

My lungs feel like they're shrinking and collapsing in my chest.

Streaming tears have no mercy against my splitting migraine and sickened stomach.

What do I do now? The only person who was there for me, now doesn't remember me. There's so much I had to tell him, so much we had to do.

"Tyler, let me in" I ignore it, still wailing.

After I finish bawling my eyes out, I open my door, sheepishly. My dad and Madi are stood looking at me with confused yet a sympathetic expression. I hang my head to hide my puffy eyes and red nose, slowly ushering past them into the bathroom.

"Leave him for now, I think he needs to be alone" I hear my dad mutter with a following sigh. Lethargically, I walk to the mirror to see myself, in a terrible state.

My eyes are blood shot.
My lips are swollen.
My cheeks are wet.

I take a quick and sharp inhale before splashing ice cold water over my face. I take almost a handful of painkillers, also.

My head is still pounding. I lower myself on to the closed toilet seat, hanging my head between my knees. It soon fades out, but my silence is soon interrupted by knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" I croak. "..Madi...I need the toilet" I sigh and I go to the door. Just as I open it, Madi frowns at me. To save me from talking with her, I edge past her. But, she stops me, pushing me back into the bathroom.

"Mad-let me out" but she sits me back on the toilet. "Talk to me" "I don't wanna talk" "Stop being stubborn, talk to me. Is it Josh?". I pull my hoodie down, nodding slowly.

Five minutes into our conversation, we found our selves on the bathroom floor huddled against the radiator. My head is rested on her shoulder and she's playing with my hair delicately.

"That's one of the things that are common after a coma" she attempts to comfort me, adjusting her head on mine. "W-what if he never gets his memory back?" that thought scares me so much, I stutter over myself. My heart starts to throb every nanosecond.

"I-I'm scared...what if he's completely forgot about me? He didn't even know who I was!" I choke. My eyes begin to prickle. "Tyler, Ty, calm down, you're gonna make yourself sick" she places her hands on my flustered cheeks, looking at me dead in the eyes. "What has mum always said? Think positive and positive things will come your way" I stare back her.

"This will be tough, Ty. Crying won't do anything. Y'know, it could be worse. That could be you in that hospital bed"

I switch my eyes from her to my lap. She is right. That easily could've been me in that car. That could've been me in a coma for almost a month. That could be me in that hospital bed. I'm so selfish. Not once have I thought about how Josh or his family feels.

"..."
"I needed that"

She kisses my forehead softly and pulls me into a tight hug, tracing my spine with her fingers.