1:23pm
My body hurts. I can't move nor can I properly see.
Yesterday, I woke up after almost two weeks of sleeping.
I'm in the ICU (Intensive Care Unit). The doctor told me I almost died.
Unfortunately, I survived.
My aunt is in jail at the moment. She's charged with attempted murder, assualt battery, domestic abuse and inability of taking care of her mentally damaged nephew.
Her boyfriend ratted her out. Then she ratted him out. They're both looking at the steel bars of a jail cell, so it doesn't really matter who said what. They both are at fault.
I signed the documents of my human rights yesterday. I am an adult and I don't have to live under my aunt anymore. She's no longer my guardian.
Thank God.
So, here I am. Laying in a hospital bed, in the worst pain imaginable.
My eyes lock on the door. There's nothing else that's entertaining. Anyone could walk through that door and I will make sure that I see them.
I sit in silence. The heart monitor is the only sound in the dim lit room.
"He's awake now." I hear the muffled voice of my nurse outside the door.
"Is he? That's good!"
That cheery voice...
The door creaks open. My nurse with the pink uniform enters first and a second figure enters the room.
"Jackson!"
It's him. It's Mark!
He smiles brightly. Oh my...I've missed that bright smile of his.
He's just as beautiful as the last time I saw him. Perfect smile, straight teeth, pale skin, slim body. The only thing that's different is that his hair is blond.
The bright hair color fits his personality perfectly.
I try to sit up. My body refuses by giving me an electrifying shock of pain.
"Mr. Wang! You can't move or else your stitches will pop. Please be careful." My nurse lays me back down gently.
"Be careful." Mark smiles softly.
My nurse, Suzy, leaves us alone. She tells Mark to come get her if something happens to me.
Mark watches as the door closes. I notice that he's wearing a hospital outfit. A white sweatshirt and white sweats.
"I...missed you." I speak first.
Mark turns to me. His face bears an apologetic expression, a strand of his long hair hanging over his eyes.
"I missed you, too." Mark sits in the seat beside my bed. He takes my hand in his. His free hand caresses my bruised cheek.
"I'm sorry." Mark cries.
"For what?" I whisper.
"For not being there for you. If I were there to comfort you, this wouldn't have ha-"
"It's not your fault." My voice comes out deep and clear. Mark looks at me with tear filled eyes.
"Don't...blame yourself. It's not your fault." I squeeze his hand. He squeezes mine back.
"You don't deserve this. You deserve so much more." He rubs his thumb against my cheek.
"I won't leave you again. Not if it ends up like this." He cries into my chest, my hospital gown gets soaked with his tears.
He's missed me as much as I missed him.
That makes me happy. I stroke his soft his hair.
Once his tears dry, Mark tells me of his whereabouts these past two months.
He's been getting treatments for his illness. It hurts my heart hearing about his surgeries and the medications that are strong enough to mutate the pigmentation of his hair.
He's had to go through chemotherapy, hence why he's so weak just as we talk.
"Mark, your next appointment starts soon." Suzy informs us.
"Okay." Mark looks at me with his bright smile.
"See you later, Jackson. Bye!" He waves goodbye.
Unfortunately, my arms are immobile and I can only produce a smile as a parting gift.
His hair bounces as he skips off down the hallway. I missed seeing that.
I missed him so much.
I'm so glad you're back, Mark. I'm so glad.
