Show me how to love

Chapter five

Cy's POV
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Friday
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I woke up and looked at the clock on the side of me. It was 9:00am. I was wondering where I was till I looked on the side of me and remembered last night. I saw Zen sleeping while holding my hand, he looks so peaceful. *knock knock knock* I heard at the door. Zen's doctor came in "Ze-... oh um and you are?" The doctor asked. "I'm staying in the room next door, I'm Zen's friend" I said frantically. He looked down at our hands intertwined and raised a eyebrow. "Friend?" He asked curiously. I nodded. He came to the bed and started checking up on Zen and he opened his eyes. "Good morning" he said with his eyes barely opened and a smirk on his face. I froze and looked at how cute he was when he just wak- what am I saying?!! He's a guy and we're just friends... he'd never like me more than a friend so... I looked at the doctor and said that Zen was healing. He walked out the room and I got nervous again cause I was alone with Zen. "Wanna order breakfast?" He asked and I nodded my head.

After we ate breakfast we decided to stay in bed for the rest of the day since Zen won't be able to get out of bed for weeks. He called his mom and got her and his dad to bring his Tv and his Xbox. They hooked it up and he told me to put in black ops. I curled up on the bed and sat In silence for a few moments. I started thinking about how my dad hasn't even bothered to come visit me while I'm in the hospital. I felt something warm slip down my face and it was wet too. "Heyy, what's wrong?" Zen asked as he picked up my hand and  held onto it. "W-what? No-nothing's wrong. Why do y-you ask?" I said then realized I was crying. "Sorry" i whispered. "Don't be sorry, you didn't
Do anything" he said. He started pulling on my arm and patted his hand on his lap. Was he signaling me to sit on his lap?! Or did he just have an itch... "come see. Tell me what's wrong I don't like seeing you sad." He pulled me into his lap. I couldn't move. I was blushing so much I probably look like a tomato. He rubbed the back of my hand soothingly and played with my shaggy black hair. "I-I was just th-thinking about.. my dad..." I said quietly. "What's wrong? Did something happen to him?" He asked. "No... well yes. Ever since my mom d-...died... he... he hates me... he takes his anger out on me.... and...." I started crying even more. "Shhh. It's okay. You don't have to tell me anymore. I'm sorry. I wish I could make him stop." He said and looked down at me. I could see he was sad about it. He cradled me in his arms since I was so small then he laid back and covered us with the thick and fuzzy blanket his mom brought him. We basically just met and already he's such a comforting... friend.

To be continued