The heavy rain poured down but Steven didn't care since he had other things on his mind. Not even looking where he was going, Steven tried to bundle up all the bubbling rage in him. He was so mad at Garnet and how she acted. Even though his tears were mixed in with the rain on his face, he still felt their warmth.
Stopping dead in his tracks, Steven looked around realizing he was in a field, "what am I doing?... For how long have I walked?..."
Falling to his knees he wheezed finally tiring out from his anger.
"I was wrong for snapping at Garnet..." Steven sobbed, "but what she said... it's..." He straightened up, "what if Garnet's right, what if Connie's doing it out of pity. Am I just imagining her affection? Over reacting? Trying to make myself believe lies that I want to be true..."
Familiar pain filled his lungs, "am I actually this easily manipulated?"
With a groan he keeled over and started coughing. The flowers... They were back... The ones that make his eyes tear up. The ones that bring back those awful memories. He didn't want it them to be back. Nobody would.
Shuddering he tried to take at least small gasps of a air leaving him in terrible pain.
"I... C-can't..." he choked out before collapsing in the flowers and mud.
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Groaning, Steven sat up.
"Steven? How are you feeling?" Connie asked warily sitting up from the second couch in the Maheswaran living room. Instead of answering he hissed from sharp pain in his throat making Connie say his name again more fearfully. Trying to cover his mouth, Steven started coughing out flowers and petals. They fell from between his fingers onto the bed. Squeezing his eyes shut he tried not to cry. Connie was now there by his side holding him tightly and trying soothe him with kind and reassuring words. Coughing one last time, Steven held onto Connie while sobbing.
"Oh, Steven... I-is it because of me?" Connie stuttered as she started to tear up.
Steven shook his head from side to side.
"Then who?" Connie questioned miserably.
"I'll tell you when I feel better," he croaked out a response.
"Oh so sorry! You must be tired!" Connie exclaimed rubbing of her tears, "I will tell the gems to come tomorrow then. They were waiting for you to wake up the whole day though I will leave you to rest now."
Steven gave her a nod of a proval.
"Good night... I-I love you!" Connie whispered.
"I love you too," Steven spoke with his raspy voice and a small smile which Connnie returned with relief and after giving him a smooch on the forehead, which of course made Steven blush, she walked over to the door. Turning off the lights Connie exited the room into the kitchen, where Steven guessed the rest were.
With a sigh Steven lay back down feeling somehow better but still uneasy, too troubled to sleep