[I'm kinda lazy so I decided to make a PM instead of a thread. ^^ I don't have school for the week so I should be able to respond per day.]
Sitting in a hospital chair, the time seemed to tick by ever so slowly. Silence filled the room as Garrett stared at the various tangling tubes running down from the plastic bags hanging by metal hooks. A feeding tube, one that regulated a human's water supply, and a cord that measured pulse, blood pressure and all the body's iron, calcium and supplement balances... The lines seemed endless as the boy stared at the machine that told him the person laying there was in stable condition. Heatbeat even, the beeping made an even pace along with the flashing green line on the making a steep turn up and down evening, and another steep up and down then turning flat again.
A peaceful sleep, he thought as he caressed the other's cheek softly. A sigh erupted from his lips as he looked at the time ticking along the wall with the TV closed. '5:00pm' it said as the second hand kept moving it's way around the clock. How long had it been? Two weeks? No, more than that. The time was stretched longer and it seemed longer than two weeks as Garrett thought. In actuality it was a couple of months. Another soft sigh erupted from his lips as he moved his hand away straightening within his chair. The doctors told him it would be longer or less, even if the person within the bed would awake, there always was the mention of impaired trauma inflicted upon the other's brain. Memory loss, brain damage or the slight case the person within the bed would stay in a come for life.
All his fault. Guilt ran across Garrett's mind as he cupped his face in his hands. He knew if he would be much more responsible this person would be much more healthy and not in the state he was in. A quiver spread throughout his body as if he was terribly upset, completely overtaken by the life he could've taken from this other male. He was drinking and they were at his own birthday party. He took it overboard and brought this person with him in a car and he sped, no, basically hurled both of them to be in death beds but utter luck or a miracle occurred and while he was alive with nothing more than a broken arm which had healed, he brought this person into a coma. The most truama happened on this person's right temple; a sensitive spot in which affects a human's memory. Swelling, brain pressure, this person was a mess. Yet, it was Garrett who did this to him, it was Garrett who possibly stripped this person away from their past life. The most likely thing to happen of him now is to never remember who he was and become utterly lost in this world he lives in now.
Tears now trickled down Garrett's cheeks as his hands captured them. He always felt this regret and shame every time he stopped by to visit, always crying with no one else to comfort him like he used to, and always hoping this person, the love of his life would awake and meet his eyes again. This was only a mere wish, a complex wish too considering it had been long since he heard his lover's voice or felt hands embrace him back. His last deep sigh concluded his weeping as he straightened up again trying to regain his composure. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault... I did this to you..."
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Swallowing down hard, Garrett smiles faintly back at the woman keeping track of the time as he glances again at the clock. Not much time has passed and he almost thought it was the end of visiting hours. A breath of relief comes out from his lips and gives her another smile. "Thanks... You almost scared me there, thought it was the end of visiting hours." Adjusting himself on the seat again Garrett never realized how long he has spent sitting there and waiting. The realization struck when his bottom was completely asleep.
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Garrett laughs to himself a bit sadly. "Heh... You used to say that to me when I wouldn't wanna wake up." He seemed like it was a distant fond memory, a solemn look on his face as he would remember it. He sighs, helping Rievun up. "When I didn't feel like going to work you'd say that and I'd always call you crazy for waking me up so early." A small chuckle arose from Garrett's mouth as he lets Rievun sit up. Sniffling a bit, Garrett wipes his nose and gets a small bag he brought with him for his visiting hours.
Sitting back down, he lets Rievun lay his head on him remembering all the other times he used to do that to him. He swipes at Rievun's hair a little detangling what he can noticing how long it grew from what it was. Combing it softly with his fingers he glances back at the clock noticing it was only about seven or so in the morning. Sighing, he continues petting his hair a bit, brushing at his scalp and letting him be in the comfort of his arms.
For a while he sits there letting Rievun get a slight bit comfy before he looks around to find that hospital wheelchair the doctor told Garrett he was allowed to borrow when Rievun awoke from his coma. So he was allowed to take Rievun home, right? Garrett makes Rievun sit up for a little while and then takes the wheelchair from the corner of the room, dusting it off a bit before taking the other and making him sit in the seat.
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[No prob, and thanks! c: Yuh, I like literate people too. <3]
"Movies?" Garrett asks as he opens the door to his new Mustang his brother bought him after a few weeks to the accident. It was one of those new modeled ones, the ones with the somewhat square front and the other half of the body curving like a Porsche. His brother was sure to make this one extra safe with tested air bags within. Garrett's old car was that of a Thunderbird, bought from a used car lot. It was worn, old and the airbags wouldn't deploy as quick thus resulting in Rievun's head injury. Since the front airbag had not deployed in the passenger's seat Rievun collided his head onto the dashboard and cracked it open. "Oh yeah, that movie! That was your favorite, Rievun. The Sound of Music, was it? We can watch it again once we come home if you want, I have the whole thing on DVD since you asked me to buy it for you on your birthday."
He lifts Rievun off the wheelchair noting how light he had gotten and straps him into his seatbelt. Making sure it was safe, Garrett double checks his work of strapping the boy in, getting a sort of new obsessive compulsiveness by making sure the belt was tight and then safely closes the door. Making his way to the driver's end, he gets in, straps himself down and starts the engine trying not to seem panicked. Though he was. Nervously Garrett starts the engine again to be safe and then takes the car out of park to reverse slowly out of the car space slowly making sure in his rear view mirror he wasn't harming anyone if he went out too quickly. After a few moments, Garrett gets himself out of the lot and onto the streets refusing to go on any freeways. After a moment of silences, Garrett decides to answer Rievun's statement. "You don't really... Owe me your life." He said in a tragic daze while staring out at the road. He didn't seem to want to look at Rievun when he drove, seeming as if he was too afraid to look or to turn.
Garrett's nerves seemed apparent with Rievun in the passenger's seat. He could only use his right hand for steering on the two o clock of the wheel while his injured left hand was at the bottom base of the wheel he also was minding the gas and break pedals each time he made a stop, accelerated, or even turned always taking a moderate speed and wincing each time he made a blind corner hoping not to get hit. "Do you remember Ted?" Garrett asked not looking over but having a smile on his face, "Our dog? He's a lot bigger since the last time you saw him. I'm sure he's going to be really excited to find you coming through the door."
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"Mnn... Yeah, ba-Rievun." Shaking his head, Garrett had to get rid of calling Rievun 'babe'. He smiles a fond smile. It seemed that Rievun was able to remember most things, movies, his morning greeting, and even Ted. He was sure he could get him to remember a lot more things and he guessed it wasn't as hopeless as the doctors made it seem. "Ted, our little German Shepherd. Well... He's big now."
Parking into the driveway of their home, Garrett gets out taking his keys. He goes to the back trunk of the car and takes out the wheelchair from earlier, unfolds it, and wheels it over to Rievun's side of the car. Opening the door he helps Rievun unbuckle and places him within the wheelchair bringing him onto the front porch steps and onto the front door. The house was quaint, big enough for a couple as big windows looked out with velvet curtains on the other side. It was a white two story, new tiled roof adorning it's top. "Home sweet home." Garrett says gladly opening the door of the house and bringing Rievun in. A big dog, Ted, comes by the door entrance, sniffing and panting frantically a little too excited as if he had missed the two. "Calm down, Ted." Garrett laughs closing the door behind him. Ted makes his way over to Rievun and sniffs him out, sometimes licking him and placing his paws on the weak boy.
Garrett walks over to a plush beige couch stretching out across the living room. on the bottom of it was a square carpet full of intricate designs and a wooden coffee table with magazines, movies, a newspaper and a bouquet of flowers in the middle. They were in a array of sunflowers, daisies, petunias, roses, and basically a rainbow of flowers with an attention grabbing big red bow on it. A card attached saying, "Get well Garrett and Rievun, we love you!" within. Garrett sighs flexing his broken left arm which is sedated from the pain killers he took earlier, slowly stting up again and folding his hands down to his lap. "Anything I could get for you, Rievun?" He asks, watching Ted goof around.
There was an upstairs to the living room, which lead to a big TV and a hallway making it over to their bedroom along with a bathroom right beside it. Attached to the living room was a kitchen nearby and a door leading out to the backyard. The house really wasn't that bug but it was really just big enough for a couple.
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