The Boy in the Rain//Klance

60. Keith

Lance texted me when he arrived in Virginia. I still haven't told him about my real mother and how I now know where she really is. I just let him talk abut himself, honestly it hurt to keep such an important thing in to myself but I feel like he should be focusing on himself. I let my finger tips brush over the address in pen. I have an urge to crumple the note and throw it in the trash bin in the corner of my room, but I hold it down. I lay the note on my nightstand with my phone and take a deep breath as I lay my head back down.

The doctor came in today and told me I'd be able to leave the hospital soon, I'd just need to make sure I apply ointment to my back each day. I wince at the thought of having to rub something into my back, even if it's done gently. If Lance were here he could it for me... His arms and hands are burned you moron, I think to myself and grimace. If only I had pulled him out instead of staying in the fire. I'm such an idiot. I did this both to us.

"Keith?" I hear a voice I never would have expected to be in my hospital room. I look up sharply to find Lance's mom standing in the doorway with a bag and stuffed animal in her hands. I clear my throat and wait for her to speak as she sits in a chair next to my bed. "Thank you so much for what you did for Lance. I don't think we'll ever be able to repay you." I meet her eyes and make my voice it's most genuine it has ever been. "I would do it over and over for him miss." She smiles sadly at that, "I think he knows..." Then she seems to remember something. "Ah! Here have these. I know you've already received my cookies but I made some Arroz con Leche. It's rice pudding, perfect comfort food. It's also," She winks, "one of Lance's favorite desserts." I gratefully take the container but hide a grimace as I see the thick white substance. It doesn't exactly look appetizing...

"Hey I spent a lot of time making that!" I quickly raise my hands and shake my head, "No, no!" She just laughs, "It's okay. I know it doesn't look the best but it really is delicious. I used to make it whenever Lance got sick as a boy."Her face goes from a teasing smile to a soft one. "Until that rascal started faking when he was sick just so I would make it for him." Lance's mom shakes her head, "He's always been a trouble maker." I smile at the thought of a little Lance fake sniffling so he could get a dessert.

"Also Luis wanted you to have this." She hands me a stuffed hippo. "When Luis heard you were in the hospital for saving Lance he wanted to see you immediately but I told him no. Before walking out the door he told me to give you this." I smile down at the soft stuffed hippo in my hands. "That's sweet of him please tell him I love it." She nods and smiles before standing up. "Remember Keith if there is ever anything you need the McCla- the Serrano family will help you." She gives me a final smile and wave before leaving the room. Then before the door closes she says to me, "I'm taking him to court. I'm taking Lance's dad to court." Her voice sounds so confident I smile in this hospital room alone. Good for her. Good for Lance. Good for their family.

I pick up a spoon from my nightstand and open the container of rice pudding and the heavenly smell is released. My mouth drools at the cinnamon smell in the hair. There appear to be raisins and cinnamon powder on top. Maybe even a couple chocolate chips? I slowly pierce the pudding with my spoon and bring it up to my mouth. I gulp at the sight of the weird white pudding. It's smells delicious, Lance likes it and his mother says it delicious too. Maybe they're both insane, I wonder. I shut my eyes tight and open my mouth and let the spoonful enter my mouth.

"WHA!?!?" I shove another spoonful into my mouth quickly. It's delicious and warm. Sure the texture is a little weird but it's delicious and creamy nonetheless. I can see why Lance would fake being sick for this! I eat quickly until there's nothing left. I lazily lay the empty container on my nightstand. With a yawn I grab the stuffed hippo and hold it close to my chest. I may not have Lance with me now but I have a piece of him with me. My eyes slowly graze the room around me.

To the right of m bed is the door, a long curtain hanging to hide all the medical supplies from me. Straight from my bed is a small alcove that leads to the bathroom. To the left is a small couch and a large window. The outside catches my eye. It looks about late afternoon, the sun is about to set, I slowly stand up from the bed with the hippo still in my hands. I take hesitant steps to the window and the outside world. I lean my forehead against the warm glass. The setting sun casts a warm glow on my face. I see people walking around in the grassy park below but just beyond I can also see ambulances quickly driving out of the parking lot. It's a sad sight, happy people walking around while people are hurting- maybe even dying. I gulp and turn away.

I feel bad for turning away though, it's like I turned my back on the people being hurt when I just want to help them. I slowly walk back to my bed. Holding the hippo close to my chest I curl up in a small ball and squeeze my eyes shut. I hope those people are okay. With that wish I drifted off to sleep.

Sorry for the uneventful chapter and I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much. I've been busy with school work and such but I will make time to write more don't worry! As always, have a good day/night you beautiful bastard. Okay now! Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee