25: Awakening
Marc
It was a long night; several times had to help Marc to get to the bathroom, finally, he decided to put a bucket next to the bed to make things easier. It crossed his mind to take him to the hospital because he could become dehydrated, but a few hours later, he stabilized and fell into a deep sleep.
He had been sleeping for more than six hours, Kay was taking care of him, and when sleep overcame him, he slept for hours. He never imagined the consequences of his decision. "I just wanted to make things right with Jörg so that his life would be perfect." He thought wryly. "And what had he gotten?" Just fucking what really mattered.
Marc woke up slowly, due to a sharp pang in the head. "No wonder", -he recalled-. He had flashes of the recent events. He remembered Kay in Jörg's arms, the fight, and Kay in his apartment. "Would he still be here?" He asked himself. Slowly, he sat up on the pillow, noticed that he was naked under the robe he was wearing, and a bucket beside the bed filled the Dantesque scene. The worst: his mood was on the floor.
From the living room, Kay noticed movements in the room. Marc had got up, he heard the key to the shower and sat down to wait for him.
Fifteen minutes later Marc came out wearing only jeans, barefoot, his bare torso showing a perfect abdomen and his hair still wet. Despite the dark circles and the stern gesture looked better.
"I made you some coffee," Kay said in greeting.
Marc didn´t answer. He went straight to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. When he returned to the living room, Kay looked at him, had the wrinkled clothes of the previous day and dark circles very similar to his.
"Go away, I want to be alone." After saying that, he turned and slammed the door shut in his room.
"Was it possible to feel worse?" Kay thought as he left the apartment and headed to his car. All the way back home, he thought about what happened and if Marc would be able to forgive him. He was physically and mentally exhausted, so once he arrived, he went straight to the shower. With only a towel covering his waist, he returned to his bedroom; he closed the curtains and lay down trying to sleep.