Title: Second Chances
Disclaimer: Well, if I did own Underworld I wouldn't be writing fan-fiction now would I? Nope, hence, I own nothing. So, unless you want a popsicle stick and a cat I have nothing to give you if you sue me, so don't. Oh, and Shakespeare owns the title. It's from Hamlet, Act III, Scene i.
Summary: Sometime you don't get it right the first time. This is true for Kraven and Soren and now they get another chance to change what they did wrong, if they can that is.
Chapter 7: To Sleep: Perchance to Dream
Two weeks passed and Kraven was released from the hospital, his wounds completely fixed and almost healed. If only the same could be said for Soren. Said person hadn't even woken up yet.
He stood next to his boyfriends bed, looking down at the sleeping figure laying on the bed, who was so pale he made the bed sheets look dark. Kraven sighed and set a piece of paper on the bed-side table and walked out, after placing a light, chaste kiss on his cold lips. "Get well soon babe," he whispered, not daring to look at his face again, for fear he'd cry.
The doctors were surprised that Soren was still alive when they found the two. He had suffered severe lacerations on his upper body, and several infected knife wounds. Not to mention he got shot in the stomach, causing some of the acids in his stomach to leak out and burn away at his insides. No one, save for Kraven and Erika expected him to live. Even Kraven's mother, who had taken an immediate liking to the other boy didn't expect him to ever wake up.
Kraven hoped they would all burn in hell.
Soren just had to wake, they had to get it right this time. What ever they did wrong before, they had to fix it. This would be very difficult if Soren never woke up, not to mention Kraven wouldn't forgive himself, or Soren for that matter. He had been stupid, but then again, the both had been. If Soren would have let him know what was happening, he could have saved him some of the pain by at least fixing some of the cuts that the other couldn't reach, resulting in less infections.
Kraven walked out to the car, waiting in the faculty parking lot, his mother worked at the hospital and was taking him home today. He felt guilty, leaving Soren all alone, but he wanted to get the hell out of that place and get some decent food before he passed out.
Every day after school Kraven visited his boyfriend in the hospital, sometimes accompanied by Erika or another one of his friends, but he would always stay hours after they left, holding Soren's hand and praying he would wake up.
Today was no different.
Immediately after school Kraven flew out to his car, not waiting for anyone today. Today, he had a good feeling. And by any higher power that was listening, he hoped he was right.
Soren was strong, he'd show everyone that he could defy all of them and wake up. He had to, he just had to wake up. It didn't matter that any doctor in that hospital, including his mother believed he would die before his nineteenth birthday, which according to his medical records, was in two months. The last thing they did was fight with each other, Soren probably thinks that I'm mad at him, and that's why he isn't awake.
He shook his head, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed like he wasn't ever going to wake up. "This is hopeless," he said to himself miserably. "Why didn't I figure out something was wrong so much earlier?" It never occurred to him that he had only know the other boy for a few days, that they really didn't know each other that well, only that it was somehow their fault for not trying enough.
He walked into the lobby, waved to the woman behind the counter who was typing away at a computer, and headed for the elevator. After a long and agonizing trip up five flights, Kraven arrived at the right floor and bolted out of the elevator, almost taking out an elderly lady in the process. He muttered an apology as he slowed down slightly as he got closer to the room.
His mother walked out of the room as he got there. "Any difference?" He asked, hopefully. She sighed and shook her head no. "Damn," he said, walking in after she left. "I was really hoping today would be the day." He sat down on one of the not-so-comfortable chairs by the others bed. There was someone new in the bed next to him, and two people were standing next to the bed. A young girl, no older than eight and who Kraven assumed to be her mother, next to her. He hung his head, sadly. He knew what they were going through, in a way. Sitting here, not being able to do a damn thing while they watched their loved ones laying there, sick, or dying.
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. This was driving him to the brink of insanity, just sitting here. "I can't take this much more Soren," he whispered, trying not to disturb the other two visitors. "Please, babe, wake up," he closed his eyes, willing the tears not to fall. He hadn't cried for a long time, and by God he wasn't going to start now. But it's Soren, and he's in a coma, perhaps forever. What am I supposed to do? He sighed, and looked up to the window.
He felt someone to his right without even having to look. When he did, he saw the little girl that was visiting whom ever was occupying the bed next to his boyfriend. "Is he your friend?" She asked, shyly.
Kraven nodded, "You could say that," he whispered, trying to control his emotions. "We had a fight right before we both got shot and now I'm afraid I'll never get to say I'm sorry," he had no real idea why he was telling her this, but it felt good to talk to someone about it.
"That's my daddy," she said, pointing to the man in the bed. "He's getting over an operation, they said he can go home in a couple of days."
"That's good," Kraven said, looking at the man who was now sitting up and talking to his wife. "He seems to be doing pretty good."
She nodded. "My name's Jamie, what's yours?" He looked over at the girl, she was a very friendly kid.
"Kraven," he said, looking back at her. "And that's Soren," he touched the other boy's hand gently. She smiled, and Kraven swore she knew they were more than friends. "It's nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm going to get a snack, do you want anything?" He looked over at the girls mother who nodded her permission.
She thought for a moment and settled on a bag of pretzels, or a butterfingers if they didn't have pretzels. He nodded and got up, heading out of the room to the vending machines in the cafeteria.
He returned a few minutes later with a bag of pretzels and a butterfingers for her, and a bag of skittles for himself. "They were both there, so eat one now, and save the other for later," he said to her, feeling like he was talking to his younger cousins -who lived in Wisconsin and were both five-. She smiled and hugged him in thanks.
Sitting back down in his chair, he watched Soren's chest rise and fall as he breathed. "Please wake up," he said to him. He finished his skittles and put the empty wrapper in his pocket, not bothering to get up.
He sat in complete silence for the next hour, listening to the steady beep of Soren's hear monitor and the conversation from the three on the other side of the room. What I wouldn't give to be able to talk to you right now love, he thought to himself, looking out the window.
Yawning slightly, he laid his head on his arms, supported by the bed, finding himself very tired all of a sudden. "Good night babe," he whispered.
Jamie shook him awake an hour later. "Thank you, Kraven." She said. If you woke me up just to say thank you, I'm gonna- "I was gonna let you sleep, but I think he might wake up," she waited until her mother passed to continue. She leaned closer to him for the next part. "It's just like in Snow White and Sleeping Beauty, they won't wake up until they get a kiss from a handsome prince," she grinned and hugged him.
"Jamie, for a little kid, you're pretty smart." He said, hugging her back.
"I'm not that little, I'm seven you know," she said smiling, and walking over to her dad for a good night kiss.
"I would have guessed older," he said to her as she walked out of the room. "You've got yourself a good kid there," he said to the gentlemen in the next bed.
"Yeah," he said, watching the two of them leaving. "But you are kind of obvious you know."
Kraven looked at the other man, a question forming on his lips, then he thought about what Jamie said. "Really?" He said instead of the 'what do you mean?' he was previously going to say.
He nodded, before settling down again into the pillows. "I hope he wakes up pretty soon. It gets kind of boring, not being able to talk to someone when my family isn't here." Kraven nodded in agreement and went back to watching Soren, giving the other man a little bit of quite time.
Maybe the kid has a good idea, Kraven though. Besides, nothing else has worked. He leaned over his boyfriend and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Not like I haven't kissed him before. But it didn't hurt to try again. So that's what he did, trying to remember what Prince What-Ever-His-Name-Is, did on Sleeping Beauty.
He held his breath, watching for any changes in the other boy. Nothing.
"Who was I kidding? That only works in the movies," he said, blinking back tears again. He walked over to the door, looking one last time at Soren.
"It was worth a try kid," the other man said from the other bed. "Sometimes Jamie's crazy idea's work,"
Kraven smiled and walked out of the room with a 'Good night sir,' to the other man. "Night Soren," he said quietly. "I love you." With that he made his way to the elevator and back to his car.
He was about to pull out of the parking lot when his cellphone began to ring.
A/N: Well, here ya go. Nothing much in this chapter. But it's there nonetheless, and has a bit of plot advancement. Not real thrilled with how it turned out, but it's still okay. BTW...will Someone review this please? I'm getting' sad and alone. I know you're reading it...please. I'll give u a cookie if you review. Or a lollie pop.