Tavros looked up at the sound, heart pounding. His whole life seemed to be crashing down around him. He wasn't sure what was up or down anymore, nor who was in the right.
He bit his lip, feeling tears come to his eyes. Pain crashed through him, something he had grown accustom to. He felt a light hand upon his shoulder, making him turn to look.
Another nightmare, something that made him smile weakly. The male nurse looked like someone he used to know, and he was rather kind. "How you feeling today bro?"
"Better," Tavros said quietly. The dreams driven by pain was the only release he had from the world. Since the accident, he hadn't really felt anything beyond his waist and that kind of scared him a bit? He wasn't sure anymore.
"Are you having those dreams again?" The nurse asked with a lazy smile.
"Yeah, but they've settled down a bit." Tavros said. "Nurse Makara..." He asked almost hesitantly, pushing himself up slightly with his hands, still unused to the dead weight.
"Yes?" Nurse Makara asked, glancing at the nineteen year old.
The nurse couldn't be more than twenty five, but he still felt strange around him. Something that he put down to the strange dreams of beings called trolls and the troll he seemed to have been having a relationship with based off, what he assumed anyway, was his nurse. "Do you believe in second chances?"
Nurse Makara hesitated for a moment, tipping his head slightly. "If I did, I don't think you would have ended up here." He said finally.
Tavros looked up at him, nurse Makara smiling faintly. "I'm sorry," he whispered quietly.
"Second chances...you've told me all about those dreams of yours. I find them interesting that you have a whole cast of characters based off people at the hospital. You are being released tomorrow." Nurse Makara said finally.
"I dreamed that we were together." Tavros whispered, remembering the dream where the clown troll had kissed him, loved him, and then there was this reality where he was alone.
"Such an interesting dream. Perhaps it is your way of dealing with things?" Nurse Makara asked.
"Is your first name Gamzee?"
"I will miss talking to you...Tavbro. I believe in second chances." Nurse Makara said with a wink. "I do not believe that I knew you before. I would never forget someone like you. Once you leave here though, that's the end of it. The end of the dreaming. You'll get used to having no use in your legs though."
"And the other one?"
"What other one?"
"Never mind,"
"Yes, my name is Gamzee."
Tavros watched the nurse walk away, struck with the sudden urge to call out, to ask the nurse if he could kiss him. To make him tell him more. But he didn't want to. The moment was slipping away, the memories rushing away like water over sand, erasing someone that might have happened but was not meant to.