The nurse drove as fast as she could to the hospital. I tried to ask questions but she wouldn't let me. She said she had to focus on driving. I was guessing by her age that she just turned 16 and got her first car.
When we finally arrived she scooted me through crowds of doctors, nurses, and patients. Until she stopped at a door and looked in the window. She pointed at me to stay where I was, while she went in to check on him.
After a few seconds she came out and said for me to go in, but don't wake him.
"He needs his rest." she whispered before letting me enter the room.
You would think that when I walked in I would look at Houkou first, but instead I looked at the couch. It had a blanket on it. But not just any blanket, it had the same pattern as the my brother's blanket. We had donated to the hospital when he died....
Now my gaze slowly turned to Houkou. He was laying comfortably on the white bed. I realized now why this was a huge emergency, the bandage covering his eye was bloody. I shivered at the sight of blood. Not my favorite thing in the world...
I drifted over the couch, still staring at Houkou. When I sat down I looked at his good eye. It was gently closed. He almost looked relaxed, but I could tell he was in pain.
An older, much wiser, nurse walked into the room. She checked the clipboard before noticing me.
"Are you staying here for the night?" she asked. I nodded before I could think about it. No point going home really. I would just worry over Houkou too much.
"You can use that blanket right there then. It gets pretty cold here at night." she replied. I didn't nod. But she seemed to understand my silence.
When she left I felt the loneliness of pain. But looking at Houkou helped me relax.
The silence grew louder as I heard some of the lights switch off in the hallway. I looked at the window, the sun was just leaving our side of the world. I swiftly turned off the light.
I could still see Houkou. All of a sudden I felt a lump in my throat that wouldn't go down. As if I was choking on a gumball. I couldn't hold back the tears. I burst into cries.
At that very moment I realized that I cared for Houkou. More than a friend, heck...More than a lover! I loved him...I loved Houkou. But I couldn't stop crying. I felt so bad...Like this whole thing was my fault! I started a little chant in between the sobs, I kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over.
But then I heard him grunt, "Sorry for what?"
