Hybrid

Brain Waves

Maria

I wasn't sure what would happen if I said I wanted to be left alone for a bit, so I just decided to keep my mouth shut. What little brain I had left told me I would only make everyone upset if I asked them to leave, which meant Dylan, and Isaac stayed in my room with Isaac sitting silently in the corner. I didn't hear a breath out of him.

I tried to sleep for as long as possible. I figured the longer I slept, the less time I would spend trying to fix this mess. Dylan was able to hear my heartbeat, which meant he knew I wasn't asleep, leading to him to get me a giant meal for breakfast and even try to feed it to me.

I pushed the "airplane" away from my face a little harshly. I knew that Dylan felt awful for hurting me, and I wanted him to feel awful, but I couldn't stand people babying me. It hurt like hell to move my wrists and I somehow forgot every time I did it causing me to keep doing it.

"I'm going to go home and get a shower. You want me to bring you anything?" Isaac asked.

I watched Dylan's muscles tense, which I had to admit was attractive, but I hated him acting this way.  When we made rules for the relationship I was pretty clear about wanting him not to be possessive. Seeing him look this good might've changed my mind a little bit.

"I'm mad at you for kissing me, but I recognize that it was a drunken mistake and I'm willing to forgive you."

Isaac didn't skip a beat, "It wasn't a mistake. Hell, I would do it again."

Dylan was standing in front of Isaac in a flash, but Isaac seemed ready to defend himself this time. Isaac put his hands on Dylan's chest and pushed him back.

"I said I would do it again, but I'm not going to. I know you aren't interested. I just needed to do it once to make sure," Isaac grew quiet as he neared the end of his sentence, "But it wasn't a mistake."

I threw my legs over the side of the bed and figured I would shove myself in the middle of them again, exactly how I got here in the first place. My legs wobbled underneath me. It felt like my bones had the consistency of jello. Of course, jello can't support it's weight, and I toppled.

Dylan was there to catch me. He always was. It was like he wait for the right moment to be by my side in case I couldn't function anymore. His arms were the only thing keeping me upright.

I whispered, though I knew I would be heard just fine, "I can't feel my legs."

Dylan picked me up and placed me on the bed as gingerly as a person possibly could. He massaged my legs like it would help, but it didn't. Isaac left the room and came back moments later with a nurse. I wanted to scream at her to leave, but I resisted for everyone's sake.

The nurse started checking over some things and decided to call in a doctor instead. Soon enough, my room was filled with a ton of people and I was growing claustrophobic. Dylan didn't leave my side, often pushing people out of my space when they got too close.

"Dylan," My voice wavered, "What happens if I can't walk?"

"You can walk just fine. Don't torture yourself over this until we know what's going on." He held my hand and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles.

How could I not? I was fairly certain my tumor had gotten worse and now my body was failing me. This could only mean I wouldn't make it the six months they told me I might've. I was going to die, and a lot sooner than planned.

"Your heart is racing. I need you to calm down," Dylan whispered in my ear before planting a kiss on my forehead.

I tried my best to take some deep breaths and slow my heart rate, but I was distracted by the fear coursing through my veins. My stomach rumbled and I tried to remember the last time I ate. Isaac jumped out of his seat and returned with a plate of food, which Dylan blocked from getting to me.