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Enjoy chapter 4
Disclaimer: I own nothing, sadly.
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The vision changes around Elio as he gasps for air. Muffled voices fill his ears and blaring sirens smother him. He feels an overwhelming cold in his bones and he collapses to his knees and cries.
"Elio, elio, elio…"
Elio's head snaps up and he looks around. He finds himself at the little water way that became the spot for him and Oliver. The sun bared down on him and the birds chirped. Was this heaven? Had he left the land of the living?
Elio takes a step toward the water and closes his eyes. "Elio."
Once again, Elio whips around, but this time Oliver stands before him in all his beauty. "Ho-? What is happening?" Elio couldn't spit the words out fast enough as he took a step toward the man.
'Oliver' returns a step toward Elio and smiles warmly. "My Elio, I wish I could do more for you. But you need to breathe. You need to live. For me. For us. Please." His voice was strained even though his face remained calm.
Elio's brow furrowed slightly and shakes his head. "Oliver, I don't understand. I'm right here." Elio reaches a hand out to 'Oliver' and reels back in fright as his hand cuts through oliver like a cloud. He begins to back away frantically but then loses his footing, plummeting into the cold water.
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Olivers foot tapped on the smooth tile floor of the local hospital in Crema. It had been 2 hours since they wheeled Elio back and it was driving Oliver mad. Quick glances to the clock only made his heart beat harder and he fought back the tears that threatened to spill.
Oliver had contacted Elio's parents and they sat across the room, holding each other. Oliver wished he could hold Elio.
The police had come to tell us that the woman was just distracted and that this was just a tragic accident. Tragic. As if someone was dead. Elio wasn't dead, nor was he going to be. He couldn't leave Oliver and his parents like this. It just wasn't fair.
A door opens and the doctor who had taken Elio back steps out. He looked weary and it set a coldness in Oliver's heart. Elio's parents rise to meet the doctor and he watches them speak quietly. Annella spares Oliver quick glances as Pro talks to the doctor.
Oliver's heart aches and he brings himself to his feet to join the Perlman's.
"Elio was quite lucky, as I was saying." Oliver was extremely happy that, besides the heavy accent, the doctor was speaking english.
"He has a broken nose and fractured his left cheekbone. He has a couple fractured and bruised ribs and a break in his left radial bone. A couple of the fingers are fractured and bruised and his left shoulder is dislocated. As you can tell the cars impact was mainly to the left side of his body. The injury I am worried about most is his head. We have discovered a fracture, most likely from striking the pavement. We will not know the extent of the damage until he wakes up."
Oliver closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Annella smiling comfortingly, even with her eyes shining with tears.
"I wanna see him." Oliver was surprised that he had said that. As if his heart was speaking for him.
The doctor looked at Pro and Annella before nodding. "Of course. I will let you all see him before we take him back to surgery." With those words, the doctor led the three down the hall and Oliver found himself tearing up as they approached the room.
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Elio gasps as if waking from a nightmare. Well this could qualify as a nightmare. Elio looked around and saw the club where he first really looked at Oliver. What a night.
Elio pushed himself up from the grass and walked toward the dance floor. A smile tugged at his lips as he watched Oliver dance to Love My Way. 'What a goof.'
The music begins to die down and blur as everything vanishes except for 'Oliver' who stops dancing and turns to Elio.
"You're gonna be alright. I believe in you, Elio. Me and your parents are gonna be here when you get back. You fight this. Come back to me, Elio."
Elio frowns. "I don't understand. Tell me what is happening! Please!"
His calls fell on deaf ears as 'Oliver' faded away into nothing and Elio was left alone once again.
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Oliver sits by Elio's bed and gathers the limp, uninjured hand in his own. Elio did not look like his Elio and it scared him terribly.
Elio was all bandaged and bruised. His face was a little swollen due to all the trauma that it had endured. Bandages encased his beautiful head and his hair was hidden. Oliver longed to run his fingers through that curly hair but settled with putting his free hand on his love's forehead, avoiding the bandaged gash on the left portion of his forehead.
Oliver looked upon the sleeping boy and took a deep breath before speaking. "You're gonna be alright. I believe in you, Elio. Me and your parents are gonna be here when you get back. You fight this. Come back to me, Elio."
Oliver leans over and presses a light kiss where his hand once rested on his forehead. With one last glance Oliver left the room to give the Perlman's some time alone with their son.
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I have longed to continue this. Can Elio escape his own mind? Will Oliver risk his education and relationship with his parents to stay with Elio? More to come.Peace and Chicken Grease.
