Striped Sleeves | Book Two 💓💔💕💖💗

Chapter 4

DOUBLE UPLOAD? Duh.
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Jeremy pov

I looked at Michael, holding his slack hand in mine. His throat was absolutely destroyed, his voice would be weak and raspy for a while. Michael's mothers came in, looking at their son with great sadness.

The nurse took them outside to talk about his condition. I frowned, starting to slip my fingers away when his hand grabbed mine. His grip was shaky, but he was awake. His amazing brown eyes snapped open, whipping over to me.

He squeezed my hand reassuringly, smiling. I squeezed back, my own smile slipping on.

He looked beautiful...

I blinked, my face warming a bit. I shook my head to myself, ignoring what I just thought. When I looked back to Micha, he looked a little confused. I helped him sit up and explained what had happened. He nodded a bit, looking away from me.

"Michael, I need you to tell me what's wrong, or I can't help," I said softly, brushing a little tuft of hair behind his ear and he blushed. I rested my hand against his cheek, his face got redder. He leaned into my touch, closing his eyes and, at that moment, looked full of bliss. I smiled, wrapping him in a hug.

He seemed to stiffen but hugged back, snuggling into my neck. I shivered slightly as his breath tickled my skin. I felt him smile, and for a moment, it was like the Squip Incident never happened. That we were just those two best friends that would get high in his basement and play Apocalypse of The Damned. 

I pulled away, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. His gaze flicked away, an emotion I couldn't solve flickered in his eyes. His face turned a dull red, and I placed the back of my hand on his forehead. "You look a little red, do you have a fever?" I asked, feeling him get even hotter.

Michael pov

I blushed furiously, trying to turn away from Jeremy before I got carried away. I stared at his lips, his stunning blue eyes melting all my negativity. I felt myself start to lean towards him when the door shot open. I yelped and jumped back, smacking my head on the wall. Christine walked in, looking very concerned.

"Jeremy, where- Michael? What happened?" She stammered, looking at me. I looked to Jeremy, who knew I couldn't talk properly, and he explained. By the end of it, Christine looked a little less worried and more confused. "How did your throat get so messed up?" I tensed, Jeremy looked back at me as well. "Yeah, how did that happen?"