Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

8. Opener

"I don't know." my head ever so slightly cocked at a question that seemingly came from nowhere. "It would depend on the girl and how well we knew each other, I guess."

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"Hello, Lynn. You're looking a little bit better since the last I saw you." the nurse came in carrying a bag, turning her head and exhibited a smile. "Have you been coming every day?"

I nodded, turning off the music and collecting the things I had brought, as I had known what was coming. "I wasn't there for her when she needed me, so I will be now. I'll be here the day she opens her eyes."

Every time the nurse had come into the room, it was typically to either check the equipment around Grace or it had been to clean her. In the case of the latter, I had to leave for a while as I hadn't been allowed in the room when that was happening. Only family and people approved by them were allowed to stay, and needless to say, that hadn't been me. They made it clear that they didn't like me, and that probably bordered on hating me. If they were able to take a shot at me, they were going to.

"I wonder why she did it, especially when she has someone like you." the nurse began to tie her hair before reaching into her bag. "Well. . .I should be done pretty soon."

Taking the hint, I picked up my phone and left the room, closing the door behind me. Had I been looking better? Comparatively, maybe. Otherwise, I had resembled every other sleepless girl on the planet. Well, assuming other girls had lacked the same amount of sleep that I had. Over the last few nights, I had been lacking sleep, and the ability to stay asleep. Every night, I would begin to doze off until Grace would appear in my head, smiling like she always had. My eyes would always open right after that.

When I had actually fallen asleep for any amount of time, it would always be a dream of her. A memory of the stupid things we did when we were together. The kisses, the prurient activities, and just the simplicity of holding hands. They were dreams that everyone would love to have, surreal, beautiful, but those surreal visions soon transformed into nightmares. Nightmares that would make a grown man flinch.

What would start as a beautiful portrait the woman I loved would turn into an image of blood streaming down her face and swollen black eyes that lacked the light of humanity. I would scream and scream, but nothing would change. She only continued to drift further and further away, until I woke up alone. All alone.

Passing through the hallways of the hospital, I had pretty quickly found myself lost in what seemed to be a louder area of the hospital. Not very far in the distance, I could hear clanking and heavy slamming, as though something large was being dropped. I continued to explore, peeking into rooms with opened doors. Most of them were empty, aside from a few that had some adults with what looked like broken bones.

It was as soon as I passed that final door that I was met with the source of all the sound. The large, clear walls showed a room with weights and weight benches of various shapes. There had only been four guys in there, but they all seemed to be about the same age. As I followed the length of wall, a blonde boy sat up from the bench and looked upwards while sweating bullets. What his eyes caught wasn't the wall or someone else, it was me. He stared at me without reservation and hadn't looked away.

Reaching the end of the hallway, I followed the only path given to me, which had been a right turn. As my leg traveled forward, my headphones bounced around outside of my pocket. At some point during that week, the doctor had recommended that I bring music for Grace. It had been shown to help the responsiveness in Comatose patients, and explained how it was discovered by a woman who brought her boyfriend out of a coma. Her opinions had been the end all, be all of the topic, and should have been taken as fact.