A/N: I got the idea for this story from a user on another site. I can't relocate it, otherwise, I'd give him or her credit. I'm in no way trying to rip off their story. I read it, loved it, but saw in my head another way for it to go. Here it goes...
Ugh! What is that incessant beeping? It's not my alarm. It's too early for that. I open my eyes to a blinding fluorescent light and immediately reclose them to shut it out. Blinking several times, I'm able to keep them open for good. My head is throbbing, but I focus on the scene around me.
I'm in a hospital bed. The beeping I had heard was that of my own heart on an ECG machine. A man whom I've never seen before is sitting at my bedside, asleep. My mother is outside the room speaking to someone who appears to be a doctor or maybe a nurse. She looks in the window, locks eyes with me, then runs into the room screaming "Brian, he's awake!"
The man at my side rouses from his slumber, takes about half of a second to register what my mom has just said, then looks at me. "Hey, sunshine. We missed you." God his smile. If my mom knew I were gay I'd jump him right here, right now. This man is straight (okay, hopefully not) out of one of my dreams. Those eyes depict some form of wisdom only time in the real world gives.
I want to say hello back, to tell you that I missed you too. Unfortunately, I'm forced to respond with "Uh...hey. Sorry, but who are you?" That look of hurt in his eyes makes me want to swallow those words. I want to know who he is, why he's here. I want to make it all better for him.
"Honey, it's Brian. Don't you know Brian?" Oh, how I want to be able to say yes.
"No." I choke out, wanting to cry for having to say it out loud. "Should I?" The beautiful man, whose likeness to a greek god could never be portrayed in one of those corny statues, stands and exits the room.