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Reverie
Fuzzy. Every time he woke up he felt fuzzy. Even his mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls. He tried to lie still, hoping the darkness would take him again.
A soft hand touched his shoulder, the cool voice of the nurse reached his ear, "Mr. Bautista?"
He had to clear his throat before he could respond, and since his vision was blurry he closed his eyes again, and all he could manage was a grunt.
"I thought you were awake, and I have a letter for you. He said to give it to you when you woke up."
This time he stirred, and pain shot down the length of his arm. Teeth gritted against the pain, he forced his eyes open and looked up at her. She held a small blue square of paper, folded neatly so that all the corners matched up. With an effort he reached up and took the note from her.
She smiled. "Let me help you sit up, you can read the note and then I'll bring your dinner."
"Not...hungry," he said with an effort. It was impossible to hold back the groan of pain as she helped him settle and raised the bed. She clucked her tongue.
"If you don't eat, then the doctor will re-insert the IV, and trust me, you don't want that. I'll bring the food, and you should make an effort to eat."
He grunted again, his fingers tight on the note. When she left he attempted to open the note with one hand, and failed. For a moment that irrational irritation welled up inside him. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard, then tried again, and finally managed to get the note open.
David,
Twelve hours, and already I miss you, already I've started the countdown to when I see you again. Close your eyes, think back...happier times are only a heartbeat away.
I still have last night in my body
I wish you were with me
David
(I am thinking of you)
--Gus Gus
I will see you soon, in seventy-four short hours...
Chris
He closed his eyes, rolled his head back on the pillow. The fuzziness was replaced by a tingling sensation that traveled down to settle in his crotch.
There hadn't been any sharing of their bodies the previous night. The touching had only been hand holding under the edge of the coarse hospital sheet. Whispered stories that only the two of them understood, the rosy blush on Chris's cheeks and the way it had transmitted to make David feel warm and whole again.
A heartbeat away. His mind wandered.
The way your heartbeats when you cum, the way you look sprawled out below me. The way firelight makes your skin glow, and raindrops slide down your skin. The way you smell when you're twined with me under the stars, the sound of your voice when you whisper.
"Here we are," the cheerful voice of the nurse interrupted his reverie.
He clutched the note tightly, folding it deftly with his thumb, hiding it in his palm. His cheeks burned with the memory, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Beef broth, and orange Jello." She smiled brightly.
"No Saltine crackers?" he said lightly.
"You and your crackers," she said with a laugh.
The note tucked in his hand, he ate the meager meal, wished for darkness at the end, hoped to sleep as many of the seventy-four hours as he could.
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