After Stevonnie had left, along with the rest of the competitors, Kevin stared where their cars had sped off into the distance, and mentally kicked himself. What was with him today? What possessed him to say what he had said? Why? He kicked a rock in frustration.
He sighed, deciding to head home. Starting his classy mustard Ferrari, he went the long winding route home. On his way, he thought back to a particular moment in the race. When Stevonnie asked him why he such a jerk, he didn't know why he said what he had, he just did. Though when he amended by laughing and stating, that he "did it because it was funny", that seemed to fix his error.
He sighed again, deeper this time, as he continued onward. He thought back to first meeting Stevonnie, that night at the dance. At first, he saw them and thought, "Holy crap… I want them". And, at the time, he thought they were playing hard to get. Though, thinking back on it, that was a stupid assumption. When they had unfused, he revolted, and walked off as fast as possible. Though when he got home he joked that he "couldn't believe he danced with an under aged couple in an overcoat, trying to sneak into the rave".
He was about halfway home when he drew near the hospital; he figured it wouldn't hurt to visit. As he found a suitable place to park, he strangely thought back to the two kids that made up Stevonnie. They seemed as thick as thieves, support seemingly endless between the two of them. What were their' names again? Cassie? Stephen? No, it was Steven and Connie. That's why Stevonnie was aptly named "Stevonnie".
He breezed into the reception hall and walked up to the visitor section.
"Name and room number please." The lady up front asked, rather gruffly due to how late it was.
"The names Kevin, and I'm here to visit room 2073." Kevin answered smoothly.
The lady took a moment, before waving Kevin through. "You've got one hour before visiting hours are over."
He wandered the vast halls, looking for the affronted room, before finally finding it. He took in a deep breath before entering. He took a seat next to the bed.
"Hey little bro! How've you been doing? Good? That's nice to hear. It's been a while, hasn't it? What have I been up to? Just being your cool older brother, that's what!" he paused momentarily before amending, "Actually, I have a question to ask. How do you get to know someone when they seemingly hate you?"
The bed was still, aside from the steady breathing. Kevin took this as a chance to explain himself further, as he continued onward.
"I mean, when I first meet this person, I botched it up, and I was way to forward with them. The next meeting wasn't any better… my point is; I screwed up and I have no idea how to fix it. How would you claw your way out of a mess like that?" he sighed heavily, face in his hands as he sat there, deep in thought.
Before he could continue with his thought, a familiar doctor wandered in and stated, "You do know that he can't hear nor respond to you, right?"
Kevin looked up, and then gave a soft chuckle, "Yeah, I know Dr. Maheswaran, I know. It's just… comforting to talk to him, even when he can't hear me."
Dr. Maheswaran gave small smile, nodding in understanding. "I can give you some privacy to finish up your conversation."
Kevin shook his head, "I was nearly finished anyway; I can leave now if you want."
The doctor shook her head as well, stating, "No you can stay. I was also leaving soon, just finishing up some last minute check-ups"
Kevin smiled gratefully, thanking the doctor before continuing his little ramble.
"I'm asking you because you were always better at making friends, and being a little social butterfly was your cup of tea. Can you get back to me on that? Really? Thanks, I needed that. Thanks for always listening to problems… get better soon, okay?"
Near the end of Kevin's little ramble, he was in tears, salty liquid running down his chin.
"See ya next week, 'kay? I l-love you bro." Tears were now pouring out as he began sobbing heavily.
Kevin stood up, wiping the flowing tears out of his eyes as he headed out the door. He rushed through the hospital, towards his car. He swiftly entered it, and stumbled with his keys. He finally started the car, and drove off.
He was too distraught to actually think of anything as he quickly rushed home. When he finally got there, he pushed through the door and up the stairs, to a very familiar room to him.
He went up to his brother's bed and knelt before it. Tears began flowing rapidly as he began sobbing his heart out. Wishes of how he wanted his brother to be beside him rang throughout the house for hours.
When the tears finally ran dry, he stood up, wiping his soaked eyes before finally leaving the room to find his own. On his way to his room, he thought back to the promise he made to his little brother.
"By the time I get better, you'll be the coolest guy around. Can you promise me that?"
"I promise it'll happen, even if it kills me…"