DRAKE:
Owwww. I woke up and damn did my head hurt and I could barely move. What the hell is in my mouth and where the hell am I!?! My head was jerkin' around the room till I saw Eb. Thank you finally someone I know. "Eb!" I tried to yell, didn't come out very clear though since I've got some stupid thing stuck in my mouth.
He was slumped down, sleeping. His eyes fluttered open and he sat up straight in his chair. "What's wrong?" he asked looking concerened while rubbing at his eyes. I pointed to the thing in my mouth with a 'WELL!?!' look on my face. Today was not my best day and I sure as hell was not in a good mood.
He looked confused "What?"
I just glared, but then stopped. I didn't wanna make him think I was mad at him. "What happened?" Damn I hope he can understand me.
"You don't remember?" I shook my head no. Would I be asking what happened what happened if I remembered?
"You got jumped yesterday. You got stabbed." He said looking guilty not looking me in the eyes.
"Why do you look guilty? It's not like you did anything."
"I let you go out by yourself. And you wouldn't have left anyway if I wasn't acting like I was. Oh, and I still feel bad about beating you. So yeah I did something." That got me pretty damn mad but not at him I don't even know at what.
"First off I'm not a child. I can go out by myself and two you were just confused. It was my fault for pushing you to say it. About the beating thing don't worry about it."
"I'm still sorry." He says firmly. He always has to get his way. He stood up and he seemed to tower over my bed. He looked down at me and he's eyes were suddenly sad. They looked like the saddest, most miserable things I had every seen. I suddenly felt guilty, like I had done something to make him so depressed.
"I was so scared for you Drake. I was going out of my mind worrying that you wouldn't wake back up...I know you probably don't believe me but...I think I love you. No... I do. I love you Drake. I love you too much to put into words. I've been trying to figure out a way to tell you but there's just no way. And I know I probably sound like some day time soap opera but..." he leaned in and put his lips on mine. He only kept them there a few seonds, leaving me lusting for more. "It's true." I just stared up at him, bewildered.
"I...you mean it?"
"I mean all of it." He leaned down to kiss me again when a nurse walked in. Then he looked akward and quickly sat in his seat.She didn't look fooled.
"Good Morning Drake. I'm glad you woke up." she said coming towards me. I squirmed.
She took my blood pressure and then looked down at me with a concerned look "Do you hurt?"
"Yes." I say. I wanted to scream 'NO FUCKING DUH!!' but that seemed a little rude.
"Hmmm. I thought you would." She says pulling a syringe out of nowhere.
"No shots." I hear Eb's voice say. He didn't yell or anything but something about it made it seem final. Like it was a law that no needles could ever pierce my flesh. I was mentally thanked him. I'm phobic about shots.
The nurse looked awkard. "Well I guess we could give him a pill."
"Thank you." I say even though this thing is making my throat rub raw.
She hussels out the room and I look over at Eb. He looks like he was just told he was termanilly ill. I remembered our favorite movie 'Remember the Titans' and thought I'd pull a Gary. Surely that'd put a smile on his face so I grabbed my pillow and threw it at him and tried to smile as best I could with this damn tube in my throat. He didn't really seem to get it. He caught it and looked at me confused. I sat there and looked at him like he was an idiot. "Pencil and paper?" I gargled because I sure as hell wasn't gonna try and talk the rest of the time I was in here like this.
He started running around trying to find either, yanking shelves out of the small dressers in the room. After a seond or two he flung a pencil at me and placed a pad of paper on my lap. He is so bipolar. I looked at him like he was crazy then just shrugged it off I really ought to be used to it by now. I wrote 'its from remeber the titans remember? gary threw it at the nurse?' I showed it to him smiling slightly, I really hated to see him like this.
He looked confused for a second then smiled real big. "Don't come in here!" He quoted almost exactly like the actual scene. I smiled back as best I could. He has the most beautiful smile, you just can't help but return it. 'so wut exactly happened 2 me?'
"I'm not sure. I wasn't there. But I'm pretty sure it was a gaybash." He said pulling at a loose fabric in the blanket I was under. I put my hand over his and tried to comfort him. His eyes shot up to mine even though his head didn't move.
"I just wanna know...why'd you leave? Did I make you mad or something?"
'No it's just...it's complicated. I wasn't expecting you to say you loved me but when you yelled and got mad I still felt hurt for some reason. But I knew I had no right to since I pushed you into saying that so I just needed some time to clear my head and let you cool down.'
"Oh..."he ran a finger over the veins in my hand, starring intently at my busted knuckles "I'm sorry about that." I just smiled warmly up at him 'When does this damn tube come out? I feel like I'm deep throating someone way too far down.'
He laughed pretty loud and even after he stopped was smiling pretty big. "Soon, I hope."
'are you gonna stay here tonight?' I wrote hopefully.
"If you want me too. There's nothing better to do."
'You can if you want' I wrote sheepishly. I still felt kinda awkward asking him to stay. I mean before I wouldn't have had a problem now it's different. I don't wanna be too clingy and DAMN I SOUND LIKE A WOMAN!
"Then I will." He said reaching up to push my bangs out of my eyes and stroke my face. I leaned into his hand and closed my eyes enjoying the sensation of his warmth against my skin. I could feel him lean in and kiss me gently and I could tell he was trying not to hurt me. And damn the hospital staff right in the middle of our little moment some nurse came in there.
"Drake Jones?" I simply grunted like some mentally challenged caveman in return. "You've stabalized a signifigant bit since you woke up and I know you must desperately want some of these things out of you so the doctors are going to come in here shortly, sedate you, and then remove the tube in your throat and maybe an IV I'm not quite sure on those." I nodded as two doctors came in there with a needle. I felt myself get paler. SHIT I HATE NEEDLES!
Eb wraped his hands around one of mine "This has to be done, honey. And I know you want that tube out so just hold on, alright? It'll be fine." He said in a soothing voice. I nodded curtly and tried to calm down. The doctors injected me and before I knew it I was out like a light still holding Eb's hand.
AN:
Oh Lord, here we go again. Let's try and make this happen! Please review! It will help TREMENDOUSLY!!
And for those spelling and grammar freaks...no this chapter hasn't been run through a spell check or anything so...I'm sorry. I'm just excited to post this!
Yey! Gay story!
