Romeo And Julian (Part Three)

Chapter Fifteen

The sight of Romeo's tears falling from his eyes. The shock and confusion on his face. That utter disbelief that this was happening.

I took the heart he had so willingly handed me. I took that heart and crushed it into dust. Like the evil queen, I leave none behind to mourn me. I'm taking control of the last thing I can. I'm taking control long enough to destroy it all.

I turned and followed the doctor out of the waiting room and into the anesthetic area. They'd put me under before the procedure, keep me from freaking out or something. Probably a good idea, considering that tiny people are scary when freaking out.

The doctor told me to wait right where I was, then left the room. I was alone again. Maybe I should've brought my mom back here. No, she'd just give me a lecture about how I treated Romeo... And there is no way I could've brought him with me after what I said. Yeah, thanks for getting me this far, but now you can go fuck yourself. Oh, but come on back with me so I have someone to talk to. That would've gone over well I'm sure.

I still did the right thing. He'd be devastated if I didn't make it while we were together. Now, he can go on and have a successful and happy relationship, knowing that his last date was an asshole that used him.

Wonder what I'm even supposed to do while waiting for guys with knives and masks to come for me.

....

By the time the nurse came back holding some hospital attire, I was playing Bejeweled on my phone.

"Alright, Julian, let's get you all set and ready to go." She said. "Do you mind changing into the gown?"

I did as asked and then sat down on the gurney, where the nurse got me all set up with the drip and wires and all that crap.

"If you wait for just a bit longer, you'll wake up in recovery." She told me. "Would you like some water?"

"No thanks." I muttered.

The woman hesitated. "Would you like someone to talk to?"

It took me a moment to process what she asked. "I... Maybe."

She sat down next to me. "Are you nervous?"

"Ha, that's an understatement." I shot back.

"But that isn't what's got you thinking." She stated. "Is it?"

A moment of silence and hesitation.

"No." I mumbled. "It isn't."

The woman nodded. "Alright, tell aunt Natty all about your problems."

"Well..." I thought, almost laughing to myself. "I'm gay in a school full of homophobic jocks. The only reason I'm not picked on all the time is because my boyfriend is the star of the school."

"That is pretty rough." She mused. "At least you've got him."

"I didn't finish."

"Oh no..."

"Oh yes." I replied. "I broke up with him just a bit ago."

"Oh man..."

"I left him crying in the waiting room." I mumbled, suddenly feeling drowsy.

"I'm... I'm sure he'd understand if he knew why." The nurse said. "You did it to protect him."

I scoffed. "Or maybe just myself."

"Maybe." She said. "Or maybe you care enough to let him not deal with all this in your own way. It was an attempt to save him the pain."

My eyes started to fall.

"Whatever." I slurred. "Doesn't matter anyways. I won't live to regret it."

"You'll live." She said as the room went black. "And you'll both move on in time."

Then I fell into darkness.

Now the thing about drugs knocking you out is that you either have super weird dreams, or none at all. I was the later.

My eyes opened in a hospital room with the lights out. My mom was asleep next to me, while Sasha was sleeping against Henry in a large chair. My best friend was playing a game on his DS with the sound turned off.

"You never turn off the sounds." I commented, my words muttered and slurred.

He looks up at me. "Sasha is sleeping." He whispered.

"So?" I asked. "Usually you'd just kick her."

"We're all pretty tired." He replied.

"Just didn't see the point?" I questioned.

Henry smiled. "Precisely."

I looked around the room and frowned.

"I called Grace and had her take him home." Henry explained.

I simply nodded.

"That was kinda a dick move... But I understand why you did it." He replied.

"I should've done it sooner."

"Yeah." He said. "You should've. Would've made it a lot easier for him."

"But I'm selfish." I whispered.

Henry shrugged. "We all are, it's part of being asshole humans. All that matters is ourselves."

I let those words settle in my head. "Did I make the right choice...?"

"Maybe." Henry said simply. "I probably would've done something similar, but that doesn't make it right or wrong."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "That's helpful."

He looked right at me. "It's not really meant to help you."

I laid back, took in a breath, and closed my eyes. "What now?"

"Sleep." He muttered, looking back down at his game. "Eat, sleep again, eat, recover, get out. Go to school, be the best like no one ever was, give a graduation speech, leave."

I smirked slightly, still facing the celling. "You're playing Pokemon, aren't you?"

"You know it." He laughed quietly, before closing the DS and putting it down. "Now get some rest. You're gonna need it."

"I guess I will need it." I muttered.

All that was left was the sound of Henry getting comfortable in his chair and laying back with Sasha, and all I could think about was one thing.

"Do you think I'll make it out alright?"

Silence.

"I'm not sure, buddy... I'm not sure."