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The breeze was blowing around his long brown hair as he sat up against a tree and stared at the clouds. They were very fluffy and pure white. The sun was out and it warmed his skin that wasn't hidden from the shade of the tree. Life was perfect. He ran his hand along the grass that he sat on. It was so soft that he could easily have fallen asleep there. Someone grabbed on to his shoulder and shook him lightly.
"Mr. Del Rossi… Mr. Del Rossi?" A woman's voice came from the sky. "Wake up sir."
Marco opened his eyes slightly to find a nurse standing above him. It had just been a dream. Figured. Life would probably never be that perfect for him.
"Its good to see that you're doing better." She said softly.
He was doing better it was the first dream he had had in a week. His usual nightmares consisting of his dad, cars, and evil doctors had finally ceased. It may have been small but it made him feel much better to not be reminded of everything that had happened every time he woke up sweating and screaming.
"Don't call me that. Call me Marco." He said opening his eyes a little more and facing the nurse.
"Ok then Marco, its time to change your bandages." He knew the drill. He turned on his side to let the nurse untie his gown and get to his shoulder. She slowly pulled it down over the wound and then grabbed a pair of scissors.
CLIPHe winced slightly. He was used to it but the initial shock always caused him a bit of pain. Plus it was sore because he had been laying on it. She did the rest quickly before cleaning it and replacing the thread back into his skin. Now was the worst part.
"Ok. Turn over a little more." The nurse instructed. He listened obediently and shifted to his stomach. She carefully got a new pair of scissors and cut of the gauze attached to the back of his head. He winced again. This was painful. No matter how used to it he was. She continued to clip off the bandages and then when she finished with that continued on with the stitches on his head. She took out a bottle with cleaning formula in it and slightly dabbed it on his head. It was cold so he shivered lightly.
After new stitches and bandages he turned back over onto his side. His shoulder was still stinging and he didn't think laying on it would be a good idea.
"Are you almost ready to get back home? I bet it sounds pretty comforting right now." The nurse said as she put all the utensils away.
"Uh yeah, sure." He said unsteadily, caught off guard by the question.
"You ok?" She turned to look at him.
He wasn't sure what to tell her. She seemed trustworthy enough, and he needed to vent a little. "No. I don't have a home to go back to…" He looked back up at her.
"Oh… I'm sorry… I didn't know." She began to push her cart away.
"Stop!" She turned around to face him. "Its ok." He didn't know what else today but she understood to some extent.
"You wanna tell me about it?" She took a step back towards his bed. "You know talking about your problems is said to be the best way to deal with them."
Marco nodded. "What's your name?"
"Maria. Ugly I know." Her cheeks turned slightly pink and she looked at her shoes.
"No. I think its pretty." She looked back up at him and smiled.
"Enough about me. My problems are easier to sort out. Lets talk about you Mr. Del… uh… Marco." This made Marco smile. He raised himself slightly off his bed and turned to his other shoulder so he could see her more clearly. She had light red hair that was slung back into a messy ponytail and freckles were splattered across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were a light gray speckled with small gold flecks and so mesmerizing that Marco had to blink a few times to get out from under their spell.
"Well for now lets just say my dad hates me and wont let me back because he refuses to accept a ga…" he stopped himself. He had been rambling on and didn't realize what he was leading to before it was too late.
An awkward silence rested in the room. Marco looked away from Maria and picked at one of his nails.
"I think he'll get over it. My mom did…" She saw how shocked he was by that last comment because he quickly looked at her with his mouth slightly agape. "Yeah. I know."
"You're…"
"Yep. I thought my mom would never forgive me. But she realized I told her because I didn't want to lie to her." She pulled up a chair and sat down, still looking at Marco.
"It's worse then you think. I didn't tell him anything. He came to visit me here and… he saw me. I was kissing my boyfriend." He looked back up at her.
"Ouch."
"Then he threw him out of a chair across the floor to right there." He pointed at the spot where Dylan had landed.
"Wow. That's one hell of a bad reaction. I think it may have just been the shock of it." She tried to reassure him.
"He is the most homophobic man I know." He sighed. The poor girl was trying to make him feel better and all he was doing was making him self feel worse. "I'm sorry. Its hard not to feel sorry for yourself when you're in a gown that doesn't cover your butt."
Maria laughed. "Well your able to still make fun of yourself so it probably isn't as hard as you think." She looked over at the clock. "I got to go or I'm going to lose my job. I see you around Marco." She got up from her chair and pushed it back to its original spot.
"See you." He replied as she walked out the door pushing her cart. He had a feeling that she changed something that no one else had the ability to. He felt a sense of calming, like everything was going to be ok. He grabbed the glass of water and the pills that she had left on his counter. He rose to a sitting position and swallowed them. Slowly after he drifted asleep.
Jimmy had let Spinners strange reaction in the hospital go. The words he spoke to Marco over a week ago had overthrown whatever he thought may have caused it. But it hadn't left Spinners mind. He walked down the halls with his head high only to hide any pain he felt. Spinner had a reason for acting so unreasonably to him. It was because he blamed himself. He hadn't thought this way at first. First he told himself that it was Marco's fault. That if he weren't gay he would have never been with Dylan that day he wouldn't have gotten hit. Then he blamed Dylan. For getting him hit and then getting him caught by his dad. But now he came to the conclusion that it was his fault. If he had never gotten Marco and Dylan together then it never would have happened. Plus he was in the car.
The images played in his mind as much as they did in Dylan's. Except his view was different. He was in the passenger seat of a car yelling at Jay who was drunk and was driving way to fast. Jay turned to yell back at him and when he yelled back he stomped on the breaks causing the tires to squeal and the car to slide. The car hit something causing a loud thud. Spinner looked out the front window and saw a familiar face lying in the street in front of him. He wasn't sure if Marco actually was what he saw but then he saw a man with curly blonde hair run up to him. It was no other then his girlfriend's brother, and Marco's boyfriend, Dylan. Jay began to speed off and Spinner just sat there. He was too much in shock to stop him.
He stopped at his locker. He told himself that he would be caught. He told himself that it wasn't his fault. But nothing he could tell himself worked. So he decided to tell somebody else. Who it was, he didn't know yet. But he was going to have to do it soon. He felt that if he didn't the secret might slip out some other way.
No I am not tryong to make Spinner evil. I just needed someone and I think he would be the most likely to do this. Anyways hope you guys enjoyed it. Remember to review!