Sitting in this bed just waiting for this pain to end. I want this all over; I don’t care if it means I have to die. I just want it to be over, the pain, the waiting, the nervousness, the anxiety, the need, the want; I just want it all to be over. I want to be able to live comfortably and not half to worry about my next duty or getting hurt or anything.
There’s a loud crash right outside my door so I turn my head as much as possible to see what it was. I can’t see a thing, my bed is too far from the door, stupid hospitals I hate this. There’s a loud scream a couple seconds later that sounds quite girly but was obviously a boy because the screaming was coming from a tall dark haired boy, very muscular, very handsome, and he ran right into my room and hid behind my bed.
“What-“ He cut me off with shushing, “hey-“ he cut me off again. “BOY!” I finally scream without getting cut off.
He gives me a dirty look and says “hey, don’t you know the meaning of shush?” he continues giving me dirty looks.
“Well you are the one walking into my room screaming your head off, what if I was sleeping? What if I have a headache? You are the rude one so stop giving me dirty looks.”
“Your room? Um, this has been my room for 5 years, I’m just playing with my little brother, and lightening the nervous you know? It’s hard having an older brother in the hospital for so long. So no, you are the rude one.”
“Um, 5 years?” I question, unsure.
“Yes, I have a very rare form of cancer that I’m constantly fighting off so for long periods of time I have to be hospitalized to treat the symptoms. This has always been my room that I’ve stayed in, the always put someone here while I’m gone but now that you’re here I’m afraid. I’m afraid because you look pretty badly hurt and look like you’ll be here for a while which means I won’t get my room. I can’t go to a different room, you don’t understand, there’s no other room for me to go to, this is my safe place.” He sort of trails off in a very shaky worried voice.
“I do understand, if you have to be hospitalized while I’m still here I’ll request for a new room. I’ll be fine somewhere else.”
“Oh my goodness, thank you so much. I really appreciate this, other than family and my doctors you’re the only person that’s been really nice to me, thank you.” He gets up from the floor and shakes my hand in graciousness. “Thank you.”
“You may want to go look for your brother, I’m not sure he knows where you are, he’s probably scared.”
“Thank you, you are right. Hey, maybe I’ll get to talk to you later or something, we could get to know each other.” He leaves but smiles at my before he does.
After he’s left the room I finally say, “I would like that a lot.”
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“Dexter,” pain traces my words. “Dexter, please, tell me how you feel. I need to know. Do you have feelings for Aubrey? I really like you, I have feelings for you. What do you feel towards me? Dexter, I need to know!”
“Skye! Calm down! My feelings towards Aubrey are protection, I feel like she is my baby sister. I’ve actually been trying to contact my parents to find out if they’ve had more kids since Dane and I. Skye, I really do like you, I even told Dane to lay off so I could have you. I’m sorry I haven’t told you yet. I don’t want to lead you on, I really want you to know how I actually feel.”
I was lying in the backseat of his car while he tipped back the drivers seat to lie down. Dane was in the hospital room with Aubrey, I requested to wait in the car with Dexter because I wanted to be alone with him to talk about this. He didn’t object at all, it seemed as if he wanted to wait with me too.
All I had to respond with was, “You do?”
“Yes, of course I really like you. Look at you, long black hair, tall, fast, attractive, bright green eyes; you’re like a life-sized doll that everyone wants to own. I don’t want to own you I want to belong with you. My feeling toward you are so strong, I feel like they’re all we need. Like nothing can change them. I need you in my life even if you decide to only be friends, please let us at least be friends then because I need you.”
