What is Love? [BxB]

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Authors Note; I realize this is kind of a crap chapter but I might rewrite it anyways, just wanted to get in an update while I can. Now, get ready for a lot of cliché and emotions. That’s all I’m saying. Colby at the side, Enjoy!

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            vi – no more second chances

“Cole, wake up,” a soothing, yet rough voice murmurs. The voice is barely above a whisper but I still hear it. It’s coming from a distant, yet feels so close and very familiar. “Please.” The person sounds pleading, desperate to get me up but as soon as I try to will my eyes open, they just get heavier. Despite that, I do everything in power to get them open so I see who this all too familiar voice belongs to.

When I get my lids to open into small slits, the first thing I see is a blinding white light, making me wince and close my eyes once again; stupid light. I try again to open my eyes, this time slower. Blinking several times, probably making my lashes flutter; I am met with a white ceiling light. I guess that’s what nearly blinded me when I tried to open my eyes.

Though, I take notice this isn’t my own bedroom, neither a place I know. Where the hell am I?

Looking down I find that I am wrapped up in a peach colored blanket and my attire consists of a blue hospital gown. Wait, hospital gown? I look around at the multicolored walls, none too happy shades of color, and a beeping heart monitor that only confirms my thoughts. There are two chairs at the far end of the private room, both empty.

I guess I know where I am now, but what am I doing here?

Examining the room further I find that I am completely alone, and it’s nearing dawn, or maybe night. I don’t really know, I can just tell that the sun isn’t completely out or in, but whatever the case, I have to get out of here. I absolutely despise hospitals, they are far too depressing for my already sad self, and I can stand the smell of the sanitizers. It’s too clean and that makes my head ache.

I try to sit up in bed, finding that I am aching in places more than just my head. For starters, my arms feel sore, my legs wobbly, and my back is throbbing. Oh god, my back. I think my entire back hurts more than any place on my body, combined. What even happened to get me here?

Ignoring the unnecessary pain contributed from my back, I move further up the bed so I am sitting up. I groan several times, maul in deformed positions to make the pain less, and bite my lip to the point of drawing blood but I finally have both my legs hanging from the edge of the bed.  In the end, the pain was totally worth it, but a complete waste when I hear the hospital door open and the clattering of a tray hitting the floor.

“Cole, you’re awake,” a voice says, sounding astonished that I am up.

I don’t even bother to turn around to find who the voice belongs to like I had wanted earlier, all I want now is to shed off these tacky clothes and get out of this overly sanitized hospital room. I gently take the needle out of my arm, careful not to hurt myself any more than I already am, and sigh with relief when I finally do detach if from my torn skin.

“What are you doing?” the voice is now frantic, and I turn to the sound of feet hitting the floor, rushing over to aid me I assume. I turn my head to see exactly who I am talking to, and find Sammy there. Oh great, I think to myself, now he can help me get out of here.

“What does it look like?” I say with a groan when my feet his cold tilted floor. “I’m getting out of here.”

“You can’t do that Cole,” Sammy says, making me face him with a grim expression.