Sounded Silence

Waiting

PJ's POV 

The waiting room at the doctor's office was rather desolate. I didn't like it. (Of course, I didn't like it when it was crowded, either.)

Parappa was sitting next to me, holding Sunny's hand. The look fixed onto Parappa's face appeared as a mix of worry and what some people call "resting bitch face." His free hand supported his head while his thumb rolled around his cheek. He had every right to be as worried as I was. He's been like a brother to me. We've known each other practically since we were babies.

Out of the sheer need of a hug, I nuzzled into Parappa's arm as if I were a cat. I squeezed his chest and felt him seize at my surprising amount of muscle. He squeezed mine even tighter in response. His breathing got shaky, as if he was crying. He was crying.

"I'm...sorry..." he choked out. 

I have so much to say to him, but I can't. I wanna tell him that I'll pull through. I wanna tell him to just worry about Sunny. I wanna tell him it will all be ok.

...

The nurse calls my name.