Weekends

39- Movements and Morphine- B

Dallon was forced to leave last night at 7 because visiting hours were over. I was fairly calm, so the nurses saw no reason for him to stay. I was sad but understood.

The worst part was that Dallon still had to go to school the next day. Sure, I would've loved for him to be with me, but for him, it was torture. He was texting me every few minutes. I knew he was worried, but it was so cute.

Dall 🎨: Hey, B
Bren 🌻: Hey
Dall 🎨: How are you feeling
Bren 🌻: Not great. My chest hurts a lot
Dall 🎨: I'm sorry I'm not there with you
Bren 🌻: Don't worry about it
Dall 🎨: Too late. What are you doing right now
Bren 🌻: Thinking about you
Dall 🎨: Yeah? What are you thinking about
Bren 🌻: How lucky I am to be with you
Dall 🎨: You're making me want to leave school and run to the hospital just so I can make out with you
Bren 🌻: Stop you're making me blush
Dall 🎨: Aw can you send a pic

Just as he sent this and my cheeks turned a deep red, one of the nurses came into my room. "Are you okay? You look a little warm," he asked me. This only made me blushed harder. "No, I-I-um my boyfriend t-texted me," I explained bashfully. The nurse just nodded in understanding and checked my vitals. "How's your breathing?" I shrugged and tried to avert my eyes from his, still embarrassed. "My chest hurts," I told him. "On a scale of one to ten, where does your pain level fall?" I thought for a second. "About a six." The nurse nodded and told me he'd get me some pain medication.

Bren 🌻: No and one of the nurses just asked if I was okay because my face is red so thanks
Dall 🎨: You're cute
Dall 🎨: You're the sweetest thing on the planet
Bren 🌻: Dallon
Dall 🎨: Yeah
Bren 🌻: Will you come make out with me later
Dall 🎨: Maybe I was already planning to
Bren 🌻: You're really making me blush
Dall 🎨: I'm glad

I felt myself smiling and looking forward to when seeing Dallon, but all of that was quickly replaced by pain shooting through my chest. I felt myself struggling to breathe. Anytime I'd inhale, a severe pain would spread throughout my entire chest. "O-oh god," I breathed out. I reached for the remote that let me call the nurse but couldn't reach it. Tears were filling my eyes while air wasn't filling my lungs. I moved myself and gasped at the sudden pain. My hand finally grasped the remote, and I pressed the alert button.

The nurse from before came in, and his eyes immediately widened. "Cindy, go get Dr. Withers! Patient in 2319 has a dislodged chest tube," he shouted to another nurse. She immediately nodded and rushed off to get the doctor. My head was spinning, and I felt like my lungs were filling with fire instead of oxygen. "Hey, Brendon. It's Tristan. Calm down. I know you're in pain, but I need you to calm down," the nurse told me. I shook my head and tried gasping for air. "Brendon, you need to breathe slowly. The more you thrash around like this the more pain you'll be in."

I tried to stay still as the doctor came into the room and prepped an anesthetic. I reached out and gripped onto the railing of the bed. "Brendon, try and control your breaths," Tristan said. I nodded and grabbed his hand. "Squeeze my hand if the pain gets worse," he told me. I tried to blink away my tears, but they kept coming as I squeezed Tristan's hand tightly. The doctor held a mask up to my face, and soon the pain and brightness of the room faded.

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I woke up to Tristan sitting in a chair next to the hospital bed. "Hey, you're up," he spoke softly. I nodded, in a slight daze from the anesthesia. "Do you want some pain medicine?" I nodded again and took a deep breath, feeling a similar feeling to earlier but less severe. "Is Morphine okay," he asked, standing up from beside me. "Y-Yeah. Th-th-ank you, T-Tristan," I stuttered out. He gave me a sad smile and left the room. I wondered what time it was as I tried to locate my phone. It was on a table near the door, so I couldn't reach it.

Tristan came back with a vial of pain meds and injected it into my IV. "C-an you gr-rab my-my phone, a-and tell me wha-at time it is," I asked quietly. He walked over to the table and checked the time. "It's 6:30. Also, you have a bunch of messages from someone named Dall," he told me as he handed me my phone. "That's m-my boyfriend," I said, smiling hazily. "Oh, yeah? What's he like," Tristan asked. "H-he's really sweet. He's u-um tall a-and handsome. He gi-ives really nice h-ugs. He's c-c-cute. I m-iss him," I slurred. The morphine was kicking in, leading to me slurring my words. "I'm glad to hear that, Brendon," Tristan laughed just as someone knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal the boy I had just been talking about.

"Hey, B," Dallon spoke softly, walking over to the side of the bed.  "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. It's just you weren't responding to my messages so I figured that you would be asleep, and I didn't want to wake you or anything because you really need the rest. I um- how was your day? I'm sorry I wasn't here today. I had tests in almost every class. Also, school is really boring without you. I missed you a lot," he rambled. I found myself sleepily giggling at him and turning to Tristan. "I-I told you that he w-was cute," I laughed. Tristan nodded at Dallon's red face. "You- I- what?" Dallon's flushed face became darker as his flustered speech came out. "He told me all about you. He's real talkative after given Morphine," Tristan laughed and walked out of the room.

"Dalllll," I whined out. He laughed softly and sat next to me on the bed. "I missed you, baby." I could tell that he was tired, but I couldn't find the strength to verbally tell him to sleep. Instead, I reached my hand up to his face and lightly ran my fingers over his eyes. "What're you doing, flower," he whispered. I shushed him and laid my head on his chest. "I hate seeing you like this." I nodded and leaned into his touch as his fingers carded through my hair. He sniffled and pressed his lips to my temple. "I love you more than anything, Brendon," Dallon mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.