When Words Become Superfluous

With You

"I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses... The smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life... to lie in your arms as I take my last breath."

~Lisa Kleypas

White. That's all Spencer saw at first. White walls, white ceilings, white floors, white bed sheets. The room was about 16 feet by 18 feet if he had to guess. There were three chairs lined up against the white wall all the way to his left. To his right, there was a small space between his bed and the wall where there was a big window with the blue curtains shut. The wall directly across from him had a door that was slightly open, revealing what looked like a dark bathroom. More to his left, next to the chairs, was a door most likely to the hallway. That's the door Spencer would always hear open and close when someone would come in or leave.

What caught Spencer's attention most was Evie who was sitting in a chair on the left side of his bed, her head down as she worked on opening a very complicatedly wrapped pastry. Spencer didn't even move his head to face her yet, only his eyes. She didn't notice yet. He couldn't help but smile just at the sight of her. Her hair was down, brushing over her shoulders. It was soft like she had just brushed it. She had kept her makeup light, and Spencer could smell the mint toothpaste she had just used even from where he lied. They were only a foot away however.

Spence watched her for a bit before finding the energy to speak. It only came out as a whisper, but still, that was enough.

"Hi."

Evie screamed and jumped up, dropping her food and napkins and assorted utensils all over the floor. This made Spence smile wider. He nearly laughed even, but it hurt his ribs too much. He coughed, but his smile remained. Evie didn't even bother to pick up what she had dropped. She stared at him with giant gray orbs, her pupils suddenly retracting with shock. Her mouth was slightly parted and her hands were still held in the air, frozen there like she was still holding all of the things that had crashed to the floor.

"Oh my god..." she finally whispered. Before he even knew what was happening, Evie's arms were around him, her chest on his, and her head in his neck.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god... It's- Your- Okay..." she stuttered out. Spencer willed his arms to move around her, sighing with relief when they actually did. He rubbed her back, to comfort her and to also test his arm movements.God, it felt so good. Her warm body in his arms again. There were many a time where he thought he'd never get this chance again. Spencer could smell the Eucalyptus and Mint of her hair. The skin of her face was soft against his own. Just everything about her, he savored in that moment. He didn't even care if his body was being a bit painfully crushed at the moment.

"I-"

"Wait! No." Evie suddenly interupted Spencer, pulling back quickly to look into his eyes. Spencer frowned at her. She looked down at him with a small smile. "You're not allowed to talk for a while. Doctor's orders." she explained, taking his hand in hers. Spencer frowned at her further. He wasn't able to talk to her for two days! He understood it was energy consuming, but he really wanted to just get things back to normal.

"Come here. Try to sit up." Evie said as she moved from her chair to the edge of his bed. She patted the space next to her and tightened her grip on his hand, reaching forward to put her other hand on his elbow to give him support as he tried to sit up. His sides burned and it felt like someone was stabbing a knife through his ribs. He used the arm not being held by Evie to push himself up, his face grimacing against the pain. "Careful, darling." Evie said, putting a delicate arm around his back once he was sitting on the edge of the bed with her. He instantly felt dizzy, so he put his head on her shoulder and rested it there.