You gently caress his right cheek as you sit beside him in the hospital bed. You study the different patterns of bruising on his face. Careful not to hurt him, your fingers lightly trace down to his swollen lip and to his chin. You sigh heavily, sleep wanting, desperately, to take over. But you don't let it. You want to see him awake before you even consider going to sleep. It is to your understanding from the doctors that he is going to be okay, but you want to make sure for yourself.
So you stay awake, regardless of what everyone else is telling you.
You notice the figure of someone standing in the doorway, causing you to jump internally. Everything in the room is barely visible. You honestly have no idea what time it is. You straighten your position as Shane walks into the room slowly. You laugh breathlessly, knowing that he snuck out of his room again. And you can tell by the bandages on his head(and even one on his arm that you never noticed), and the way that he winces as he walks, that he is in a lot of pain.
But that never stops him from coming in to check on his brother. It makes you smile.
This is the fourth time he has come into Nate's room.
"Shane," you sigh, "You have got to stop taking your damned IV out. The doctors are going to get so mad." you whisper. He narrows one eye in a cocky attitude. "What are they going to do?" he snaps, obviously angry that they have sent him back to his room three times already. "Shane you need bed rest-" you try, but he interrupts you. "So I got hit a couple of times." you give him a look that makes him sigh. "Okay. So more than a couple. But that doesn't matter. I Can still walk, can't I?" he questions you, staring at you in the dark lit room. You sigh and shrug. "Barely." you mutter, causing him to roll his eyes. "How is he?" he changes the subject. You shake your head. "Hasn't woken up once." you reply quietly. He just nods.
"Mr. Gray." you hear a woman's voice enter the room. The lights come on, making you notice that Nate's eyes are open. You gasp slightly. "You need to go back to your room now." she continues. Shane rolls his eyes and sighs heavily. "How on earth are we supposed to help you if you wont let us?" she sighed exasperatedly. "Please, Mr. Gray." she sounded defeated. Shane smiled sarcastically, shaking his head.
"By not making me go back to that damned room?" he said sarcastically. The doctor just looked at him.
Two weeks later (Nate)
You stand in the gymnasium up against the wall in the back, watching everyone in your class play basketball. Mainly, your eyes are on Mitchie. She is standing there with her hands on her hips and a grimace on her face. She shakes her hair out of her face as she starts playing again.
You hate P.E. You can't express that enough. The fact that Mitchie is in your class makes it all a little bit better though.
You notice James Parker from your third period Theater class walking beside Mitchie, congratulating her on the basket she just made. She smiled at him halfheartedly and continued walking. But he didn't give up. He put his hand on her shoulder, causing you to tense up slightly. You shift positions against the wall to watch them more closely. You notice Mitchie get an uncomfortable look on her face as she shrugged her way out of the gesture. "See ya later." you hear her say awkwardly as she keeps walking. "Hey!" he calls after her, catching up to her pace. The bell rings, causing you not to hear whatever he had to say to her. But you were more than just a little curious. You wince in slight pain as you stand straight up from the wall. After all, your back was still hurting from that night. You still had slight bruises on your left cheek bone and your shoulders. You notice Mitchie shake her head and continue walking towards the locker room. James just sighed, nodding and feigning a smile before walking the opposite direction. You see his friends judging him harshly.
You sigh, smirking, knowing exactly how James is feeling.
Because you've been rejected by her once before, too. He wasn't alone in that.
And that thought just makes you smile.
Because you don't have to worry about the rejection anymore. Because you have her; and you couldn't be happier because of it. No one has her but you.
These are the thoughts running through your mind every day now.
"Drain the pressure from the swelling. This sensation's overwhelming. Give me a long kiss goodnight and everything will be alright. Tell me that I wont feel a thing-"
Your cell phone practically blows up in your pocket with a text. You try to ignore the stares you get as your phone echos throughout the entire flip open your phone to read whatever text just came.
"I'll meet you outside of the gym." Is all it reads. Of course, it is from Mitchie. You smile slightly to yourself as you walk outside the large doors. "Give me Novocaine..." you hum quietly as you do, finishing the lyrics to your ring tone. You two didn't do much talking about what had happened after you got out of the hospital. You and Shane lived on your own now. That didn't really matter since you were over at Mitchie's most of the time anyway. You always had to sneak in because of her judgmental mother. She really seemed like scum to you. You find it hard to understand how Mitchie puts up with her.
Because she's strong.