Chaos herself's note:
Ta-dah! :D I didn't fall short on my pledge, did I?
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Isolation and loneliness made themselves comfortable in his blank room, as his voice didn't come back and he was still bedridden. Both were drenching most of the remaining energy out of his pain shaken body and they exhausted him: he silently cried until he fell asleep, and when he later woke up from restless nightmares, he cried again…
He couldn't even remember clearly, what he had dreamt, but it didn't matter. The dark and frightening impressions nourished his frustration very well. Sobbing silently and sunk within his little world, which had narrowed to his sole person himself, he tried to crouch to one side as if he wanted some shelter. Only when the open door banged a little against the wall, he noticed there was more than just himself left. A cool breeze ran over his bare and sore back and he shivered. Soundlessly sneezing he blinked against the fresh tears on his cold cheeks.
That was the time, when he heard the whisper: "Hey, there! How's it going?"
Taking a faint look through his tear smeared glasses, he suddenly saw a face right in front of him. "Oi, don't you cry anymore. You're a man, aren't you? So, don't cry! Even if you're in pain, don't! There's only three reasons, why a proud man is allowed to cry: firstly when his home country has lost the war, secondly when the head of his government dies, or thirdly when his mother dies", grinned the pale man and looked him straight in the eye.
A slender hand reached to his forehead and ruffled through his blonde streaks. "So be brave now…" The somehow clumsy but comforting touch surprised him. Slightly curious he watched the intruder of his depressive vicious circle.
"Guess what! You're lucky, because the awesome me has decided to spend some time here with you to cheer you up. But don't you tell the nurse, that I came here, got it? That old hag only causes trouble", the young man continued still in hushed voice and his lively blood red eyes were brimming with good humour. He somehow gladly wanted to answer, then he remembered his handicap. So he just nodded.
"Awesome!", smirked the silver blonde man, crossed his arms on the bedside right before his bespectacled nose and laid his chin on top. "You know what? Your room is just too big for one person alone. That's so boring, when no one comes to visit you. If I was in your shoes, I'd leave this place right away and go have some fun with other patients like you… - oh, wait, that's exactly what I do! Ha! Aren't I awesome?", he announced and grinned proudly.
Still surprised by him, that man managed to make him smile a bit and a soundless chuckle made it through his lips. This seemed so unreal, yet it was a pleasant distraction from his loneliness. He wanted to say something, tell him- "That's it! This smile suits you better! Now, that we are comrades, keep quiet and make way. Quick! Before the old hag notices…", the silver blonde said, shove his unmoving body more to the other side of the bed and swiftly slid under the sheets next to him, before he even could think of any kind of protest. But he didn't really mind after all…
At least, there was someone paying attention to him.
"Shh! Don't say anything, or else we might get caught!", warned the whispering in his ear and the silver blonde hair disappeared beneath the blankets just in time, when a nurse barged in to exchange the transfusion with the painkillers and to check his pulse. Sensing the warm body pressing against his side, the other man's slow breath and the soft hair tickling on his bare skin, he got caught up in this game of 'hide-and-seek'. There was some thrill to it, which made his heart pound hard from excitement. Wouldn't she have discovered anything anytime now?
When having checked his pulse, he thought, he had to be given away by that stupid betrayer that was called his heart! And the shapes beneath his blankets just had to be suspicious, too, he figured. It was way too obvious…
But the nurse left without a single word: she didn't notice anything after all. He couldn't believe it.
A soft chuckle caused him to face the red eyed man again. "Ksehehe, we've so had that old hag, haven't we? We're just too awesome for her little brains, she didn't even notice, I was there…now, that was fun!", laughed the silver blonde as his head popped out from under the sheets, and he grinned in agreement.
He was surprised, but he did enjoy this little ever so simple game. He had fun, and it felt good to be distracted from his despair. It felt good not to be alone anymore. He wanted to tell his new acquaintance, but he couldn't. It was so very hard for him to be mute. Silently he stared at the face of the man beside him, hoped, he would still understand him in spite of his handicap.
Just when he started to get uneasy again due to silence, the other one spoke again. "I'm the awesome Gilbert", came finally the belated introduction. "You better remember that name, now that we've been conspiring!", he was pointed at. His reply was an assuring nod and a faint smile: surely, he wouldn't forget him so easily! Gilbert sat and grinned confidently.
"Well…got to go now! I'm starving. Going to get me something awesome for supper. You know, I'd kill for some German sausages and beer right now…", he told him and jumped right out of the bed. He couldn't even stop him, although he would have liked to spend more time with the silver blonde man. "I'll come again, comrade! Later", Gilbert winked and then left as quickly as he had appeared.
With a soundless sigh he leaned deeper into his cushion and closed his eyes. The happiness caused by the sudden visit ceased soon as loneliness crept into him again. He hoped, his new friend wouldn't take too long…
Until then he would try to get some rest.
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