Chased by the Past
Finally we can leave (Jack POV)
It had felt good to let it all out. I trusted Alex, just as he trusted me. We now knew both the darkest secret of the other one, things nobody of us had ever told anyone.
It was now early morning, and the sun was rising behind the curtains. I uncurled myself from Alex’s arms and walked over to the window. I peeked behind the curtain, and it was a beautiful view. We were in Toronto, a park surrounding the hospital. In the distance, you could just see a bit of Lake Ontario.
I turned back, taking in my beautiful boyfriend. He was beautiful, even though he looked tired and pale, with dark shadows under his eyes. He looked like some homeless puppy and I instantly wanted to comfort him. “How are you now?” I asked him. “Everything hurts. My head feels like a bulldozer stood on top of it after being eaten by rats. And my wounds are burrrrniiinnngg!” he complained. “The nurse told me you had a major concussion. I will call her to see if we can do anything” I promised.
When the nurse arrived, Alex told her how he felt and was given another IV. We were told that we could leave today, but that Alex needed at least a week rest and someone to care for him. My face lit up when I heard this, because I loved to care for my baby dandelion.
I rented a hotel room for the next week in a nice, quiet part of the city.
In the afternoon, a doctor came in, a big guy that reminded me of a bear, telling us that we could go home. He gave me a prescription for Alex’s pain medication and reminded me to not let Alex leave the bed for 2 days. I called a cab and put Alex in a wheelchair, ready to go.
When we got to the hotel, I tucked Alex in bed and waited for him to sleep. When he was asleep, I put the prescription in my pocket and left.
Half an hour later I returned, ready to give Alex the medication he needed. I opened the door, relieved when I saw Alex stretched out on the bed, sporting his usual adorable tiny snore.
I got out of my coat and shoes. I went to the restroom and washed my hands before going to Alex. I took the older one’s pulse and was relieved when it was strong and regular. That was when I remembered the medication. But Alex was sleeping so perfectly cute that I didn’t want to wake my baby dandelion.
Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. Alex would be very bored when he woke up. One thing he would love was his guitar. I got my phone out and typed a quick text.
‘Can u pls get Alex’s and my guitar and bring it to the Hotel Ontario? –J’
‘Yeah sure. B there in half an hr. Can I bring the others 2? –Ri’
‘Maybe just Zack, Alex is not feeling 2 well. Thnx. -J’
It was now early morning, and the sun was rising behind the curtains. I uncurled myself from Alex’s arms and walked over to the window. I peeked behind the curtain, and it was a beautiful view. We were in Toronto, a park surrounding the hospital. In the distance, you could just see a bit of Lake Ontario.
I turned back, taking in my beautiful boyfriend. He was beautiful, even though he looked tired and pale, with dark shadows under his eyes. He looked like some homeless puppy and I instantly wanted to comfort him. “How are you now?” I asked him. “Everything hurts. My head feels like a bulldozer stood on top of it after being eaten by rats. And my wounds are burrrrniiinnngg!” he complained. “The nurse told me you had a major concussion. I will call her to see if we can do anything” I promised.
When the nurse arrived, Alex told her how he felt and was given another IV. We were told that we could leave today, but that Alex needed at least a week rest and someone to care for him. My face lit up when I heard this, because I loved to care for my baby dandelion.
I rented a hotel room for the next week in a nice, quiet part of the city.
In the afternoon, a doctor came in, a big guy that reminded me of a bear, telling us that we could go home. He gave me a prescription for Alex’s pain medication and reminded me to not let Alex leave the bed for 2 days. I called a cab and put Alex in a wheelchair, ready to go.
When we got to the hotel, I tucked Alex in bed and waited for him to sleep. When he was asleep, I put the prescription in my pocket and left.
Half an hour later I returned, ready to give Alex the medication he needed. I opened the door, relieved when I saw Alex stretched out on the bed, sporting his usual adorable tiny snore.
I got out of my coat and shoes. I went to the restroom and washed my hands before going to Alex. I took the older one’s pulse and was relieved when it was strong and regular. That was when I remembered the medication. But Alex was sleeping so perfectly cute that I didn’t want to wake my baby dandelion.
Suddenly a thought crossed my mind. Alex would be very bored when he woke up. One thing he would love was his guitar. I got my phone out and typed a quick text.
‘Can u pls get Alex’s and my guitar and bring it to the Hotel Ontario? –J’
‘Yeah sure. B there in half an hr. Can I bring the others 2? –Ri’
‘Maybe just Zack, Alex is not feeling 2 well. Thnx. -J’
Notes
Yay, finally a reunition! At first, this chapter was really dramatic but I decided to not be mean :)Can we hit 2 K views tonight?
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