in his arms
Before I could react, he blurted, “Just kidding. I’m just kidding, Kail. I know who you are.”
I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer. “Anthony!” I hissed, slapping his shoulder. “Don’t ever do that to me again!”
He flinched away from my touch, laughing shortly. “I was kidding! I’m sorry!”
I slumped into the chair beside his bed, too emotionally and physically drained to keep myself standing any longer. I buried my face in my hands. “Oh my God, Anthony. I’ve never been so scared.”
“Hey,” he crooned, placing a cold hand over my knee. “I’m alright. I was just screwiing with you.”
I tried to regulate my breathing, sitting back in the chair. I felt the tears streaming down my face as I inhaled another deep breath.
Inhale. Exhale. That was the only thing my mind processed.
“Well,” I heard the nurse say, “at least you got him to speak.”
“He’d been talking for a while,” the other nurse, who was a male, told her.
“Well, Anthony,” she huffed, “like I was just telling your mother and wife, you’ve just suffered a seizure.”
His face suddenly went grave and his eyes wide as he looked up to her. “Really?”
“Yes. We believe it’s from the brain tumor. As of right now,” she told him, shutting the door, “you’re lucky you can speak.”
His chest rose and fell in deep, smooth breaths. He looked away from everyone, making no eye contact.
“Now, our plan is to keep you in the hospital until your scheduled brain surgery. We understand that’s coming up fairly soon?”
“October 15,” he muttered lowly.
The ends of her lips turned up into a slight smile. “Well then, you’re here for two days. I would probably suggest that you don’t leave the room, or the bed, even. You really need to rest up, this is a big operation you’re having done.”
“Okay,” he grumbled, quite rudely.
“Well, how are you feeling now?” his mother asked; I could tell she was anxious to talk to him.
The nurses and I left them to have time alone together. I waited in a chair just outside the hospital room, afraid to leave him again. Just a few minutes later, his mother exited the room, tears staining her cheeks.
“He wants to see you,” she told me, smiling through her tears. So I stood from my chair and, without a word towards her, went into his room.
“I’m sorry, Kail,” he told me, his head bowed.
“Stop, Anthony. Really.” He gritted his teeth hard, clenching his fists into ballls. I took the seat beside his bed and placed a hand over his. “What’s wrong?”
I knew him too well. Smiling, I murmured, “No, I know what’s wrong.”
His eyes found mine. “What?”
“You’re so used to putting your illness in the back of your mind. You’re so used to thinking that you’re stronger than it, and you’ve never really considered the consequences. But today, today showed you you’re not as strong as you wish to be.”
He rolled his eyes, sighing heavily. “Reality really slaps you in the face when something unthinkable happens.”
“Well, reality knocked me out today,” I murmured, caressing his hand. “I thought I lost you.”
“I promised you wouldn’t lose me,” he breathed, flashing me a smile. “Not today.”
lol. did i scare you? (;
btw there's 10 chapters left just saying.
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