Perfectly wrong for me • GRETHAN

Part 13

Grayson's POV

I woke up shivering. For a hospital, it sure as hell is cold. With my eyes still shut, I stretched my arm from under the thin blanket, to cuddle up to Ethan. That kiss meant so much to me and I hope it did to him. Although instead of Ethan, I was greeted with cold bed sheets that clearly hadn't been touched in a while.

I opened my eyes and there sat a small envelope on the pillow, where Ethan had been before. It read Grayson X and I knew too well that the handwriting was Ethan's. That alone was enough to make my heart beat quicken.

I sat up slowly and peeled away the seal. They thoughts and wonders about what could be in there petrified me. I couldn't stall anymore, so I began to read. Parts of the ink were smudged, from what looked like a few tear drops. But by the end of reading, my own tears wrinkled the cream paper and blurred the black ink. He left. Just when things were starting to look up for the both of us, he left.

I couldn't decide if I was more annoyed or sad. How could he? My heart ached. Clearly, the kiss didn't mean as much to him as it did to me. Maybe he thought it was weird, well I mean it is weird but I don't care. I love him. But maybe when he said he loved me, he meant in a normal, brother like way. God I'm so stupid, to think he actually liked me back. Im a freak, who likes their own brother?

I sprinted out of the room and towards the closest nurse.
"Excuse me, my brother he was here but when I woke up he was gone and he left a note but I don't know where he went and he still needs to be taken care of," I rushed.
The nurse looked at me shocked and sympathetic.
"I'm sorry, sir. What is his name? I'll also have to call your parents and inform th-"
"No, no! Don't call them,"
"Sir, it's a legal requirement, seeing as he is in the kids and teens ward, he clearly isn't of legal age. So what is his name?"
"Ethan Dolan," I sighed.
"Just go wait back in his room, I'll call your parents and they can decide what to do. This is because he left a note so it was his decision, he was not taken,"

On the way back to the room, I felt a fire like sensation in the pit of my stomach. One of those feelings that something bad is going to happen, but I honestly don't know what could be worse than this.
"Fuck," I cursed under my breathe. How do things change so quickly?