Short, short, short, yada yada, yada - I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT. Kay, now that that's out of my system . . .
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6 minutes in heaven 14
Fang is ushered into the infirmary, I can see, at the end of the long corridor-ish building. His face is impassive as he strides to me with an incredible determination, his eyes set on me. As he gets within five feet of me, I can tell that his eyes were in panic-mode.
He bends down to the edge of my bed and he grasps my hand and looks up at me as I tried not to reveal how much soap-opera this all feels like. But hey, where's the fun in life if there's no commotion going on?
"What's up?" Small, but visible purple blotches have blossomed under his eyes from the last time I'd seen him; a quiver with anticipation form from his lower lip.
This, all of it, startles me. I rest my hand reassuringly on the side of his head. "Hey, Fang. Calm down. Breathe."
His lip stops shaking as he draws in a deep breathe that he'd seemed to be holding in. He looks down at the sterilized floors he's kneeling on and sighs. "Haven't gotten any sleep. Now I know what it's like to be an addict going through withdraw." He smirks and gives me a small smile as he looks back up at me. "How've you been? They taking good care of you?" His eyes flicker behind us to the nurses who were busily attending to other patients.
I feel my lips turning up into a small smile. "Food sucks."
A small amount of tension seems to roll off of him as he realizes I've just made a joke. He gives a small grin and stares intently at me. "So, what did you need? You interrupted a very serious conversation about how sleep is very important between Jamal and I."
Despite myself, I give a small laugh. "Bet that was interesting."
He shrugs.
With a sigh, I lean back into the cot against the pillows that had been pushed up so I could rest against. "Tell me what happened. It's been two days – and I still only know as much as someone who wasn't even there."
For a second, he looked taken aback. Was he skeptical about telling me or dreadful? I was guessing the latter.
"Tell. Me."
He scratches his head and explains to me how I couldn't have prevented anything from happening. How everything was bad timing, how I was unconscious for most of everything.
"You kept saying my name over and over. You looked sorta like you were in a daze, but—"
"Wait, stop." I held up my hand and he paused in mid-sentence. "Come on, Fang. Tell me something I don't know." Or at least something you think I don't know.
Fang paused. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were filled with regret. "If . . . if I'd reacted quicker . . . I . . . I could have saved someone."
Wait . . . this wasn't what I meant.
A long sigh escapes from his chest. "I could have saved Evan if I'd tried hard enough. But I didn't."
Then, before I could do anything, Fang was crying. Yes, crying.
Hey, everyone is allowed to have a breakdown every now and then, I think. Hmm yeah, I just had one today with my bro. Agh, still haven't made up with him yet lol. Oh well, anyways, I hope you liked it and please R&R! thank you so much! i hope you had a happy holiday!
Love,
Laurel