Blood, Depression, And Tears

Im Good

I wake up to hear a heart monitor beeping. I look to my right and see an IV fluids and blood being put into me. The bag of blood is somewhat empty so I must of been here for a while. I look over to my left and see Bro sitting at my bedside with his face in his hands. I hear Bro sniffle and whisper to himself "It's all my fault..." "Bro...it's not your fault..." I say quietly. He looks up quickly and hugs me tightly. "I'm so happy you're okay..." Bro looks at me and grabs my shoulders "Don't scare me like that." After that Bro talked to a nurse who said I could leave and we went home. When we get home I go to my room and get my phone. Bro follows me upstairs and stands in the doorway. "I already called your job and told them that you were in the hospital...they said they'll let you have a week of paid recovery time." I looked at Bro and smiled slightly and said "Thanks for doing that." "I have to do something I'll be back soon. Text me if ya need anything." I nodded and laid down in my bed and fell asleep. I woke up an hour later to find out that Bro is still gone. When I walk out of my room I see that Bros room door is slightly open. I shrugged and thought "Why not?". I pushed open his door and looked around his room. His room was really hot compared to mine. His room felt like the embodiment of Texas with the warmth in his room. I lay down on his bed and snuggle up with a pillow that smells like him. His entire room smells like him. I love it. I start to doze off again. Another hour passes. Bro finally comes home to see me laying in his bed curled up into a ball. Bro walks over and lays next to me. I feel the bed shift and I slowly open my eyes to see Bro looking back at me. "Hey..." Bro smirked slightly and said "Ya mind getting yer ass out of my bed?" I chuckled and replied with "Nah I'm good." Bro smiled. Then we both fell asleep.