More Seifer POV! YAY!
More angst! Ahwww.. ehhh.. what?
I swear, I have a very good idea for the theme of 'Breakfast'. It involves Hayner thinking Seifer's going to lick spilt milk off of him.
See? No angst there, after all~
No use crying over - -shot-
I do not own Kingdom Hearts. I'm too lame.
"Thirty three percent chance of survival."
"Thirty three point three." Seifer corrected dryly.
Hayner's hands were curled into weak fists by his sides, his knuckles sticking out more than they should. His eyes were cast into his lap, as if looking at even the walls would hurt him.
"Don't be scare- "
"Shut up."
Seifer's breath caught, and he let his hand creep over the sheets to grasp Hayner's. He had told him time and time again - don't be scared, it'll be fine - until his throat was dry and he wasn't sure what he was even saying . It didn't look like Hayner believed him anymore.
"I'm gonna die, you know. There won't be anything. It'll just be nothing."
"That's not what it's like."
"Right: gays go to Hell. Almost forgot."
"Don't say that."
"It was worth it." Hayner leaned back into his pillow, his dark eyes glittering with mischief. Seifer's skin flushed - now wasn't the time to think of that, no.
"You won't die. Thirty-three's a big number."
"So's sixty-six. At least you won't have to put up with me anymore, right?"
"Don't be an idiot." Seifer said quietly. He was yet to whisper: he had shouted at incompetent carers, groaned in pain when he hit his foot on the side of Hayner's bed - but never whispered. Seifer Almasy could never be that gentle.
"Where's Mum and Dad?"
"Traffic." Seier mumbled. He had been here. From when Hayner fainted during Sport to now, a week later, when Hayner was about to - argh.
Brain tumours weren't that hard to cut out, were they? Hayner surviving was a variable. As long as the doctors were focused.. Maybe they wouldn't be: maybe they would be tired and stressed and living off cafeteria-quality cheese sandwiches for the last five days like Seifer.
"I'm scared."
For once, Seifer didn't feel like calling Hayner a wimp. He didn't want to tease or taunt or berate him. He just wanted to yank Hayner out of the bed and break the hold all those IV feeds had on him. He wanted to run through the hospital doors with Hayner in his arms and just run until they forgot all about the lesion.
"I know."
"Aren't you meant to make me not scared?"
"I'm not good at that."
Hayner didn't look right. His matted blonde hair hadn't been washed in a while (he refused to be seen naked by strangers, and when Seifer tried to give him a sponge bath it tickled him too badly), and the only thing Seifer really recognised was the stubborn pout and the dark Bambi eyes. So damn irritating and so cute at the same time. But he didn't look right.
"You're going to be fine. They're going to wheel you out with that same damn defiant expression on your face.." Seifer leaned over and pressed his lips to Hayner's tight cheeks. ".. And you'll go home and recover.."
"And the second I'm well enough to walk again you're probably gonna drag me over to your house and- "
Seifer didn't really care about breathing. His breathing had been tight and careful lately, as if one exhalation could knock Hayner over. And he hadn't actually kissed Hayner - other than on the wrist lightly before the nurse stuck a needle in him - in a very long time. So he took this quick opening to have his way with Hayner's strong mouth one last - ah, no, not one last time. Don't think like that, Seifer, don't -
"You." Hayner breathed. Seifer leaned back and pressed his lips tightly against each other, wondering how Hayner had made them so warm.
"Yes, me." Seifer muttered, pulling his chair as close to Hayner's bed as he could, crushing his own legs in the process. "What about me?" He put a hand under Hayner's chin and leaned forward again with his eyes closed.
"I want to look at you."
Seifer sighed and opened his eyes, keeping an awkward stare with the blonde. "You are looking at me."
"I mean. Before the nurse comes. I wanna see you and that's it."
"Want me to be the last thing you see?" Seifer let a smirk creep over his face. Cheesy. "Before the operation." He added quickly.
"Make sure I close my eyes."
Seifer wanted to hold him. so badly, he wanted to hold him. But the way Hayner was laying there - along with Nurse Beatrix's disapproving stares - stopped him. The only thing he could do was squeeze his hand. The tapping of high heels reverberated through the halls, and Seifer froze. His hand was stiff against Hayner's, but still tight.
If the person you cared about the most in the entire world was about to die, and you knew it, and you were there, and damnit you wish you could stop it, what the Hell would you do? What if you're too choked up with fear to say anything, and you don't get to tell them all the things you're sorry for? They're dead, and you'll never meet anyone like them ever again. You cling at the air and envy the particles of dust, because they touched the person longer than you did. You envy Death, because even if you hold on as long as you can, Death'll be the thing that touches them last.
Thirty three point three.
What the Hell would you do?Don't cry, Seifer. No. IDIOT!
Seifer pulled his dark beanie off his head, intending to rub his sore eyes with it. He noticed the way Hayner's frightened eyes followed it, and crumpled it up in his hand tightly.
"Hayner," he croaked. He leaned over again, chastely brushing his lips against Hayner's forehead and tucked the beanie into Hayner's hands. His hands cupped Hayner's chin, and he softened his eyes as much as he possibly could. He couldn't soften that damn scar, but he wasn't exactly going for an angelic look.
"Close your eyes." He whispered.
OH SHUT UP ;A; I FEEL BAD TOO ;A;
And Hayner's parents kinda fail.. it's taken them a week to get there.. ? Must be heavy traffic D:
The next one will have the return of Hayner's prude mother Julia, and.. HAYNER WILL GET A LAST NAME :O
And no.
It won't be Almasy. ._.