Shane and Reed
I push the hair out of my eyes and look around. I don't remember being here and a young nurse tells me I've been comatose for over a week. I begin to panic. The last thing I remember is holding onto my love as we tumbled to the ground the building burning around us. I look around again and I see him. The one I love and the one who loves me…
Shouldn't he be with his own brother? The question nags at my mind? His brother came to see him… his brother needed him… Was I standing in the way? I grab his hand and he looks into my eyes. "No…" he says. "Blaine got out a few hours ago. I want to be here with you…" I give him a tired smile, and pull him onto the bed with me…
Somehow actions that are so innocent can be so intimate as well. We lay there staring at each other. He moves a bit of hair out of my eyes, and I sigh. We stay like this for hours until a nurse comes in and pulls him away…
I know why he was pulled away. I heard the whispers when the others came and visited. The true victim. The person the Psychopath was after, he may not make it. They wheel my bed down so I can say goodbye to the comatose boy. I see others with tears going down their face. The blonde one griping someone's shirt as he cries. I recognize the porcelain by and my loves brother. Both have tear tracks on their face. I feel my own eyes begin to gather salt and I request to go back to my room…
How could this happen? We were safe. We were loved, and he took it all away. I still have nightmares, and only one person makes them go away. He lays with me every night and I cry into his curly hair. Once in a time I cry to his brother. The hair feels the same and I lose myself. I don't understand why he loves me, but I know that I love him, and I know that we'll always be loved…