Johndave- depression

Part six

"Hey john I need to go back to work but I'll check in later, okay" Kanaya says opening the door before she fully shuts it she pokes her head back in "you can go back to holding your boyfriends hand" she winks then shuts door "he's not my boyfriend" I mange to yell. I go back over to dave and grab his hand again, he's so cold. I don't care what anyone has said I lay in the bed next to him burying my head into his chest "dave please wake up" I whisper. I lay here dozing off every once in a while before shaking myself awake. Suddenly I feel something underneath me moving "well I finally got you in bed with me" I hear weakly coming from dave as his arm underneath me pulls me closer to him
"DAVE, you're awake!" I scream hugging him back "I'll be right back don't move" I say standing up and running out of the room "have you seen Kanaya" I ask every hospital staff person walking by "kanaya!" I yell from down the hall once I see her, a huge smile crossing my face. I run up picking Kanaya up and spinning her "he's awake, come see he's awake!" She looks around and grabs another nurse walking by "uh rose can you take my patient" she asks the pretty blonde woman "of course" I grip her hand and sprint down the halls again.

Dave's POV
My eyes flutter open and I feel a sharp pain in my arm,once my vision clears I look around, I'm in a hospital? Why does my arm hurt? I think to myself as I look down at it and see john is laying on top of it. "Well I finally got you in bed with me?" I say, is that my voice, it's so horse and quiet John screams something but I'm to groggy to tell what it is, he runs out while saying something else "uh um?" I say as the door clicks shut behind him. I look around the room trying to figure out how I got here my gaze slowly moves down the the under parts of my arms oh yeah I scratch at the bandages covering the scars on my arms.
I run my fingers along the thin stretchy material. The pressure from my finger meets the large cut on my wrist and I feel a stitch "oh fuck this is bad" I mumble to myself and run my finger along counting the stitches 1..2..3..4..5..6, six stitches on my right arm 1..2..3..4..5, five on the left. I hear the door handle jiggle startled I jump and pull my hand off the scars, john runs in and hugs me again I look over his shoulder and see nurse walk in behind him.
John pulls away from me still holding my shoulders and look at me with his big blue eyes, he's staring at me, staring into my eyes, oh fuck I don't have my shades on. I don't think john has ever actually seen my eyes. I close my eyes and turn away from him, he just hugs me again.