A/N: hi x
There he was, sleeping soundly. Not a move from his tough figure, except for his breathing causing his stomach to rise up and down.
I've been here for around an hour. Josh has been sleeping since the minute I got into his hospital room, so I haven't spoken to him, I wanted to let him rest. He had bandages around his eye, with blood soaked through them. My baby...
The nurses told me that it wasn't serious, but he would have a permanent scar. They told me that it would be hardly noticeable within time, that you would probably need to know about it to even recognise it. Are they insane!? They said that he's going to have a permanent scar but it's not a big deal!? What is wrong with those people!
I felt my knuckles start to tense as I squeezed my hand in a fist. I was mad. Mad at everybody except Josh. Mainly, I was mad at myself, for letting this happen. I don't know where the strength to kill that guy with my foot came from, all I know is that it was my anger that fuelled it.
The nurses said it wasn't that bad, yet they put him in a hospital bed because of blood loss? Those freaking nurses... and to top that off, he's in a room with four other people. They should have given him special treatment and his own room!
He's sleeping though, peacefully. I guess I have no reason to be so tense.. when I finally got to the hospital, his cousins were still here. They told me he kept asking for me, that he was worried about me. My sweet darling.. he was worried about me, when he was the one that was injured. It's hard to express in words how in love with him I am, I just love him endlessly, I love him to the moon and back. No words can ever express my adoration for him.
Josh is a god to me.
He's everything to me. I say this absolutely all the time, but it's because I have trouble putting it into words. He's saved me so many times, yet I couldn't even be there for him this time... I could have done something, I could have defended him... I could have jumped in front of him! But no, I didn't! I feel like punching myself in the freaking face, I feel like stabbing myself in the freaking face! That's not even me being disappointed in myself, that's me wanting to simulate how he felt when this happened to him. Him and I are supposed to experience everything together.
I sat on the chair next to his hospital bed, resting my arms on top of his chest and resting my chin on top of them. This is the only way I could cuddle with him, I'm not allowed on the hospital bed. I wanted to wrap him around my arms so bad.
How am I ever going to make him feel better?
Something caught my eye. Across the room, laying down on one of the other hospital beds, there was a sleeping woman with bandages all over her and tubes in her body. On the chair next to her was another crying woman, holding the bedridden woman's hand and kissing it over and over. I frowned. A girlfriend of hers, maybe? It made me sad to see hurt couples, I guess it's because one of many few things I could relate to, having a partner to love you and hold you, I know how affected I get when I see my Joshua hurt. It kills me.
I was curious as to what happened with the woman. Should I ask, or would that be too personal? I mean, I've never been one to shy away from personal questions, but... oh, I don't know.
"E-Excuse me?" I was shy and quiet while talking to strangers, however, the crying woman heard me and looked towards me. I waved slightly, feeling nerves hit me when I was about to speak again. The woman smiled at me despite being full of tears, which was slightly admirable. "What happened?" I said those words quickly so that I wouldn't stutter again.
The woman looked down at the other, her expression only getting sadder. She sighed upsettingly, her smile dropped from her face and became replaced by a tired frown. She then looked back to me, pushing her hair out of her face. She probably didn't want to look messy in front of a stranger.
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Blood Buddy / Fransykes
Mystery / ThrillerFor lovers Oliver Sykes and Josh Franceschi, life is farfrom normal. With their obsession with each other and adoration for all things blood and gore, they create a twisted, lovesick and murderous love. Gangs, torture, romance, passion - will they g...