Romeo And Julian (Part Three)

Chapter Eleven

Because of the stupid football jerks, I'm at the hospital right now. I demanded that we go for Warren, and then he forced me to have my shoulder checked out. Turns out that I have a small fracture in there. Who'da thunk it.

Warren was laying in a hospital bed with quite a list of small issues, but the biggest things being some broken ribs. I punched him for being such an idiot. Maybe cried a little. Manly tears.

"You're cute when you're mad at me." He whispered.

If we were together, I'd have called him a moron and then kissed him. Instead I just turned away in embarrassment, trying not to think about it too much.

I felt his hand lightly brush my cheek, his thumb rubbing slowly and gently. "I'm not asking you to come back to me, but..." He trailed off. "I feel like I should at least know why."

Why was the question of the day. Why was I so emotionally messed up? Why did Romeo make me horny all the time? Why was I so upset with Warren? Why did I want him to kiss me again? Why didn't I feel ok about anything that was happening?

"You'll have to be more specific than that." I muttered in response.

The german boy looked down at the floor before he met my eyes. "Why'd you leave me..?"

"That... Is a long story."

He looked down at himself, then back up to me. "I mean, I'm not going anywhere. We have time."

I nodded. Why the fuck am I nodding? Am I actually going to tell him? He has bigger things to worry about.

"We do have time." I muttered.

Warren watched me carefully (Damnit, his eyes still make me weak...). "Julian. I care about you. I want to know what's happening." He said gently. "What happened between us?"

What am I supposed to say? I stopped loving him (That's a fucking lie)? I found someone better (Also a lie)? Do I tell him the truth?! If he cares half a much as he acts like he does, it'll crush him.

"You were always too good for me, you know that?" I asked, an sad smile forming on my lips. "I was always going to hurt you."

"Were you really scared of hurting me? That's why you left?" Warren asked. "Julian, you hurt me when you left, not before."

"Well I'd leave even if it wasn't my choice." I mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear me.

"What do you mean..?" He asked (Damn those super ears).

It... It's time for the truth (Even if I don't like it). "I'm sick, Warren."

Silence.

Silence fell on the room. Warren was in the hospital bed, and I was the one saying I was sick. The only sound was the heart monitor connected to the beautiful boy laying down in front of me.

"Sick how? Is it treatable? What..? What exactly is wrong..?" He asked me, reaching for my hand.

As I felt his hand intertwine with mine, calm covered me. It was ok, I can tell him. I'm safe.

"I have late stages of cancer. The treatment isn't working. If anything, I'm getting sicker." I told him. "I'm dying. I didn't want you to have to deal with it."

It was silent again. A thought came to me yet again.

"Or maybe I just didn't want to deal with how it would effect you... I don't even know anymore."

I felt him squeeze my hand, holding on for dear life. "We... You can get through this." Warren told me, obviously fighting back tears. "You can get through this."

"I don't know who you're trying to convince." I muttered. "The doctors already told me I was going to die. Right now I'm just trying to live a normal life till then."

From the doorway, another voice broke in. "You're not allowed to die, Julian."

My mother stood in the open door, her face wet from crying. She was just standing and watching me, her heart breaking slowly in two as she watched me give up hope.

"You can't die." She cried quietly. "It's against the rules, and you still live under my roof, so you follow my rules."

Between Warren holding onto my hand and my mom falling apart because of me, I couldn't help the droplets that fell from my eyes. I just wanted to crawl up into someone's arms and cry. I wanted to feel safe even though ever instinct told me that it was the end.

"Can't I just... Can't I just go a single day without all this?" I sputtered out between sobs. "I already know I'm gone. There's nothing left to do but wait. Can't I just be happy while I wait? Can't I just lay in someone's arms and not feel like I'm rushed to grab the next medication or to plan for the next doctors appointment?"

"Julian." Warren said quietly. "We all love you. We need you. So shut up and get better."

I turned to yell at him, but he looked... Numb. "Warren... I can't. I just can't anymore."

"You're gonna have to." A familiar voice told me.

I looked down, not wanting to see anyone else cry. Not wanting to see another person feeling bad for me. Not wanting to see another person lie to my face.

"Julian." Romeo said quietly. "I'm not giving you a choice."

Turning to scream at the son of a bitch, but... I stopped when I saw the black eye and bloody nose. The bruises and scratches all over him.

"What happened..?" I asked, unable to even hear my own voice.

Romeo shrugged. "I heard what happened from your mom. May have reacted without planning beforehand."

"You went after the guy..?"

"Maybe I did." He said, his perfect smile flashing. "But hey, I think I got a good hit in somewhere."

This idiot... He really doesn't get it at all.

I looked around at everyone in the room, my mom, Warren, and Romeo, and then turned to the ground.

I'm going to disappoint everyone here...