Miles (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 12

At around 10 during the night, I'm woken up from my deep sleep to Bailey barking at a series of knocks at my front door. As soon as I sit up and my headaches, I'm brought back to this insane day. First, I got into a car accident. Then, I came out to my damn mother. And, now, I'm probably going to be murdered because whoever was knocking at my front door seemed pretty persistent to get inside.

When I swing the door open, I see Julian standing there in a gray suit that was a bit wrinkled and not put together well while he holds some roses in his hands along with a brown paper bag. I smile immediately as I see him before I realize that as soon as he saw me, his eyes focus on my forehead that was covered in a bandage that I wasn't allowed to take off for the first 24 hours. He sets the flowers and bag down on the table next to the door before pulling me into a tight hug while he lets out a long sigh.

"You scared me," he whispers into my ear, holding me tight, but not too tight that it made my body ache from all the movements that happened during my car accident. As soon as I got home, I realized that one of my knuckles had bled a bit and I had a huge bruise on the side of my leg that hurt like a bitch.

"How'd you even know what happened? I'm pretty sure I never texted you and told you," I ask before pulling away from the hug and closing the front door, taking his hand and dragging him to my couch to sit with me.

"When I went to your house for Thanksgiving, I gave your mother my number and told her to text me if she ever needed anything. She texted me, like, four hours ago and told me that you were in an accident, but I had passed out so I didn't see it until an hour ago. As soon as I saw it, I rushed to the store and got you some stuff before coming over here," he tells me, reaching over me to grab the brown bag that he had brought with.

"Ooo... I got gifts?" I ask as he chuckles before pulling out a small cardboard bowl that was closed and still steaming from whatever was in it. He also pulled out some Ghirardelli chocolates along with some petroleum jelly and more bandages for my head.

"You did. I got some chicken noodle soup and chocolates. I also read online that you're supposed to put a thin layer of petroleum jelly over stitches to help it heal, so I got some of those along with bandages," he says, still looking stressed as he reached out and let his fingers run lightly on my forehead, next to my covered wound.

I chuckle, reaching over and grabbing the chocolates to open them. "Well, that was very sweet of you. I really appreciate that. But I'm okay, just know that I am okay."

"Are you really? Your mom seemed pretty frantic when she texted me," he tells me, continuing to run his fingers over my forehead, which sends a few shivers down my spine. I reach up to gently grab his wrist before pulling it away from my head so he would focus on me and not on my injury.

"I'm okay, just a few stitches that I'll have to go back to get taken out in a few weeks. I'm kinda bummed about my car, but things happen, so I'm good," I tell him, handing him a piece of chocolate, which he gladly took. I smile as he scarfs it down before looking at me with a small chuckle, definitely trying to make me laugh so I could feel better about everything.

"So what happened?" He whispers to me, regarding the accident.

I tell him the whole story of how I was going through the intersection and some idiot was running a red light or something, I'm not entirely sure. Then, I tell him about me passing out at random times and about how I woke up in the hospital, completely scared and upset. "Then, my mom and Ivy came and I was fine. It was just a lot."

"Was the dude drunk or something?" He asks in concern.

"I have no idea. Some cop came to talk to me while I was unconscious apparently, but he never showed back up once I woke up. He'll probably show up again at some point to hear my side of the story, but I'm not too worried about it. I think the guy got pretty injured, so I just hope he's okay right now," I tell him.