The Angel With a Starry Face (Lams)

Chapter Thirteen

Fright.
Pain.
Dark.
Darker.
Black.
Light.
Lighter.
Stars.

I opened my eyes to bright lights and beeping all around me. Two IVs were in my arms and a breathing mask was on my face. At first I was confused, but then I remembered.
Glancing to my left I saw John with his face in his hands. I tried to speak his name, but no words came out. I just stared. A nurse walked into the room holding a clipboard. She had long curly brown hair and a sweet smile. She looked right at me but didn't seem to notice I was awake. She turned to John. "We are going to take him off of life support if he doesn't wake up in the next hour. I'm sorry." She said quietly. Wake up? But I'm already awake! "No, you can't! He will wake up, please don't!" John pleaded with the nurse. "John, it has been a week. Even my sisters said it would be best to not leave him to suffer, and you know Eliza is always right." She said. It's been a week? I'm not suffering! I'm fine! Why won't they look at me?
Suddenly Thomas Jefferson burst into the room bearing a knife and stabbed the nurse and John over and over again.

Alex escaped from his nightmare. It had been a week since he was put into the hospital, and he hadn't woken from his coma. Angelica, the nurse, had spoken to John about taking Alex off of life support, which Alex could hear in his state, he just couldn't respond. He tried to wake up and reassure John that he was okay. Finally, he broke from the chain of thorns and awoke.

I breathed heavily. Breathing tubes were in my nose and IVs were in my arms. I looked down to see a bandage going across my abdomen, a red spot on the left side. I moved my hand to it and gasped, the pain was excruciating. John must have heard me and he rose and ran to me. Everything was silent, but I could see him speaking. He darted to the door and must have screamed for the nurse, because a woman with long curly hair and kind eyes walked in and smiled.
Finally, I regained my senses and could hear again.
"Alex? Alex, are you with me?" John frantically asked. I nodded slowly, unable to make conversation. John grabbed my hand and stared into my eyes. Suddenly I remembered.
He doesn't love me, he loves Thomas.
I pulled my hand away and looked over at the nurse, hoping she had something to say. John looked at me worriedly, but I ignored him.
"Hello, Alex. I am Angelica Schuyler, it's nice to finally see you awake. Can you speak?" She asked with a hopeful glance. "I. . . Sort of. . ." I managed to get out. She spoke about me going home the next day and talked to John about some things, but I nodded off. I was so tired.

John sat in a chair next to the sleeping Alex. He was ecstatic that Alex was awake now, but dissapointed from his behavior. John tried to be loving, but Alex just ignored him. When Alex awoke a few hours later, John decided to question him...

Alex had just woken up and refused to look at me. Did I do something wrong?
"Alex?" I asked, hopeful for an answer. He just hummed in response. "Are you mad at me? What did I do?" I asked. He looked at me and his eyes trailed over my face, but he never said a word. I gave him a questioning look and he finally spoke up. "You're just another actor on a stage, nothing more." He said quietly. What?
"Alex, what are you talking about?" I questioned. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, John. You're just like everyone else." He said in monotone, never taking his eyes off me. "Everyone else?" I was so confused.
"You never loved me."
The words hit me like ice and froze me. "Alex I-"
"No, John, face it. Face the fact that everything that happened was just a facade, a plan to get Thomas Jefferson off of your mind. I was just a distraction."
I couldn't believe what he was saying, but he was right. My face fell down as I sighed in defeat. "You're right. But, in that time I was with you something clicked. I do love you Alex, I promise. I'm glad that we met each other, because if we didn't I can't imagine what Thomas would have done to me.  I would never ask for a greater friend, or whatever we are...I'm so sorry I treated you like a chess piece and not a real human. I'm sorry." I held my face in my hands and sighed. Alex didn't say anything. He was quiet.
"I understand. I'm glad we met too. I don't know how long I would have survived on the streets." I glanced up to see him holding his side with a cringed face. I stood up and walked over to him, I hated seeing the one I love in pain. Reaching down my hand to his face I slowly leaned in and kissed him for the first time, though it felt like it had happened before. I pulled away and saw Alex smile weakly. "You're so strong, Alexander. I love you." I said quietly.
"I love you too John."

The nurse and doctors had come in to give Alex release papers. The next day the two boys were relaxing on the couch, finally together, finally alone. They had placed each other's trust in the other's hand, hoping all could be well as long as they were together.

They lived on their lives as normal, no more Thomas Jefferson, no more hurt, no more separation. All memory of the past had dwindled into nothingness, leaving only the two and their happiness.

The big question would soon come...

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Hey guys! I'm so so sorry for not updating much, school has been killing me. I'm thinking there will be only a few chapters left in this book then I'll start working in other things. Maybe a GoT story? Oooorrr Johnlock? Idk I ship so many things just give me suggestions! Thanks for reading my book so far, even if I don't update as much as I want to. Have an amazing day :)