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(Written back in August 2024)

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Keith's pov
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The last thing I remember was darkness.
Did I blackout of something? Why am I so tired?

My head was a kinda sore, but then I felt something else. Or didn't.
My legs wouldn't move. Maybe I'm just to tired.
Is this sleep paralysis?

It's scary. I'm- I'm s-scared.
Where am I?

My eyes tired to open, but they were so heavy. Only catching a blurry glimpse.

Light? Why is it so bright?

Am...

Am I dead?...

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My body felt cold. Empty.
My heart started racing.

My heart. My heart!
I must be alive. I have to be.

I'm not ready to die. I don't want to die!
I'm to young! I haven't lived!

I haven't loved...

Forcing my eyes opened, everything was so bright. It took a few minutes to even slightly adjust.
I'm in a room. What? What is this place? How did I get here?

Trying to sit up, but my body was to weak. Looking down, I was laying on a weird bed.
A hospital bed.

Then my eyes caught something worse.

My legs.

What... no. No! This- no...

My left leg was very bruised and had cuts all over, mostly wrapped up by bandages. But my right leg, was held up in the air. Covered in a big heavy cast.

What happened to me?

Faint memory's slowly came back, with only bits and pieces remaining.

"Yada, blah, sorry- major d-d-damage, yada yada, he- br-oken blah blah- ruptured, t-torn, blah blah, blood los- yada yada."

"H-hurry- blah yada yada, stat- dan-g-ger- blah."

It had been so dark and cold. Everything gone. Voices?- noise. Light?...

My tired eyes looked around the room again, realizing it was a hospital room. I was laying on a bed, an IV in my arm and some sort of machine. You know the ones that track your heartbeat and stuff.

My body and head are really sore, but not in extreme pain or anything. Guess I'm on strong pain meds.
Whatever happened to me, had to be really bad.

At least I can sit up. That's a good thing right?

Where... are my parents here? Who brought me here?

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Whatever medicine they put me on made me so tired. I could barely stay awake and my throat was always so dry.
Every now and then a nurse would come in to check on me.

Checking out my vitals and asking me questions. It was hard for me to keep track of time. A nurse would come in to check on me, leave, then I'd fall asleep and another nurse would be back.

The clock seemed to change so quick.
Where did time go?

Then when it was time to eat they would wake me up and expect me to eat the crappy hospital food.

How am I supposed to get better with this junk!?
I thought as I picked up my spoon, with some sort of gross goopy thing. It couldn't be classified as food.
Maybe school lunch isn't that bad- no, no. Take that back.
Hospital food is still better than school food.

A few days passed, I think anyways. Of this confusingly strange routine. Most of the time I was asleep, just passed out.

But sometimes I had some nice dreams. They made me feel so comfortable and safe.
They felt real. Like I was no longer alone.

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His hand gently brushed through my hair as my face laid on his chest.
Listening to his heartbeat and slow breathing.
Almost in sync with him.

He gently hummed some songs to me. Making all of my thoughts fade and stress melt away.

"What do you want me to sing next?" He gently whispered.

"It doesn't matter. Just- hold me?"

"Of course."

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Those dreams kept my spirits up.

"Ughhh-mmph." I groaned as I stretched out. Slowly opening my eyes to the room.
Trying to escape the bright lights in a hospital was nearly impossible.
Even though it was a private room, the sun still peeked through the blinds.

Wonder what they're gonna make me eat toda-
My head turned to see someone in the room.
Startled by the sudden figure.

"Y-your here?" I said quietly, shocked at the sight of him standing there, right in front of me. He's here!? Wh- how did he know? When did he get here?

"Yeah." He smiled gently, stepping closer to the bed.

"H-how did you... how did you know I was here?" I asked confused.

He stood next to the bed, looking down at me.
"I heard about it on the news. I just- wanted to make sure you were okay." He said gently. Fiddling his hands together.

Gulping nervously. "Yeah?" I mumbled quietly.
He heard about my accident on the news? I- I was on the news?

"Are you- what did the doctors say?" He asked, worry on his face.

"I dunno, I wasn't really listening. But it's not like I'd understand it anyways." I chuckled lightly. Trying to ease the tension.

His eyes drifted down to my legs, seeing how banged up they were.

"Don't worry, I'm on some strong pain meds." I laughed.

"Yeah? They made you all loopy?" He smiled.

"Uh, maybe. I could have sworn an angel walked in. But I guess it was just you." I grinned, the words spilled out of my mouth before I even realized.
Why did I even say that!? Maybe I am a bit loopy.

He blushed, looking down at his feet.

"Sorry. Just- forget I said that." I said embarrassed, covering my face. Why did I even say that!? I haven't talked to anyone in awhile...

"No, no, it was- sweet." He smiled.

My eyes drifted up to his. And he has the most beautiful green eyes. I've missed looking into them.

"Uh... do- ugh." He sighed.

"What is it?" I asked curiously, leaning my head up.

"Is it alright if I stay for awhile?" He asked.

"Yeah. Of course." I really wanted him to stay. It's not like anyone else will. No one visited me.

"Do you want me to go get us some food? We can eat and chat. If you'd like?" He asked shyly.

"Yeah. I'd like that." I smiled.

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After like two weeks or something the hospital finally discharged me so I could go "home" and lay down. But my parents were too busy working so Spencer offered to take me home instead and make sure I was okay.

They gave me a wheelchair to use until my legs healed up better. How long will it take for them to- work again?

We had to call a taxi since neither of us could drive yet. So I had to awkwardly get in then go to the new house.
Once there, Spencer helped me to get to my room.

I laid down onto my bed, so exhausted. The cast on my leg was big and heavy, making it hard to move around. Plus all the medications made me so tired.
It had gotten easier everyday but was still tiring.

"Hey, Spence..." I mumbled.

"Yeah? Something wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"No. Just- uh... can you stay for awhile?" I asked shyly.

"Yeah. I don't have anything to do, so... might as well." He smiled softly.
"Should I get a chair or do-"

"Just- come here." I motioned towards the bed.
"You can sit next to me."

"Okay." He said quietly, sitting in the edge of the bed.

Sighing, I pulled him closer. "Just, lay with me."

He laid down beside me, his hand on my chest.
I leaned my head on top of his, breathing in the scent of whatever fancy shampoo he uses.

My hand was rested on his arm, using my thumb to rub circles against his skin.

It was so comfortable being together, warm and soft. Peaceful.
Finally being able to relax and get some sleep.

Yet again I had accidentally fallen asleep, but for some reason, he still stayed.

Eventually Spencer stretched out, with a big yawn.
"Mmmph- ah." He groaned as he moved around.
"I fell asleep?"

"Yeah. You looked pretty cute. I wouldn't mind you falling asleep on me more often." I smirked tiredly, my eyes were having a hard time staying open.

He looked over at me, smiling as he blushed.

Our eyes locked onto each others. His eyes are beautiful. Like shiny emeralds.
Why is he so adorable and sweet? Why does he put up with me?

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

"You. What else deserves my attention?" I said, making him blush even more.

"Since when... did you become a romantic?" He said playfully.

"Since I saw you."
What am I even saying? Is this me saying this stuff? And- he likes it!?

He laughed, covering his face with his hands.
"Your so corny. But I like it." He grinned.

"Mm." Leaning towards him I placed a kiss on his forehead. Damn I've missed him.

His smile got bigger, a soft pink across his face.
"I forgot how nice your lips are." He said as he snuggled into me.

"Oh, really? Do you need a reminder?" I asked, my voice deepening.

His eyes widened and jaw dropped. Staring down at my chest, his finger messing with my shirt.

"Well are you going to answer that?"

"Uh-" His eyes looked up at my eyes then my lips.
"I wouldn't mind."

"Have you forgotten what they feel like?" I grinned.

He smushed his face onto my chest, blushing like an idiot.

"Come here." I said, gently pulling him up towards me.

His eyes all sparkly as he looked down at me. Placing his hand on my chest as he leaned down to my lips.
Our eyes closed, lips touching.

It's been so long since I've kissed him...
I forgot how great he is.

The dreams about him was one thing, but the real thing. Actually having him in my arms... it's- better than anything.

He has the softest lips, the gentlest touch, and he honestly smells great. He might be a bit of a drama queen and take forever to get ready, but all that makes a difference.
Guess self care is important after all.

My fingers wrapped up in his hair, hoping he would kiss me forever.
Slowly and gently making out.

He was addicting, I didn't want to take my hands off of him or stop kissing. But that's physically impossible.

He pulled away to catch his breath. My eyes looked up at him, desperately wanting more.

"Why are you smiling like that?" I asked.

"Maybe... I did forget how nice it is to kiss you."

"Oh? Well, you have no idea how great of a kisser you are." I said flirtatiously, leaning up to him. Brushing a piece of hair behind his ear.

"Thank you, I know. And... I also know how much you love it." He smirked.
"Do you want another kiss?"

"No. I want a full make-out session." I grinned, grabbing at his hair.

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"Mm. Why is your hair so soft?" I asked as I brushed my finger through his hair. The brown waves made him look gorgeous.

"Maybe because I actually take care of my hair. Unlike you." He joked.

"Hey! How rude." I said offended, shaking my head.

"Well. I think you'd look good with longer hair. Like how it was before." His hand gently brushing through my hair.

I hate how short my hair is now. My parents made me get a haircut when we moved. Leaving everything behind- hurt so much. But leaving him... it made my body ache, my mind kept dreaming about him. My heart longing for him.

"I have to get going soon." Spencer spoke up.

"What?" My heart fastened, already worrying about him leaving.

"It's late. But don't worry. I will be back." He smirked, giving me a kiss.

Taking a deep breath. "Okay. I guess I'll just have to wait."

He got off the bed, stretching out. "I'll be back tomorrow. Okay?" He smiled, leaning down to kiss me again.

Sighing. "Alright. I- uh... aren't you going to say good night?" I muttered.

"I thought a kiss would be better." He grinned.
"But if that's what you want. Good night, Keith." He said sweetly, kissing his hand then blowing it towards me.
That corny gesture made me chuckle.

"Alright. Good night Spence." I smiled, watching him leaving the room.
Why does he have to go?
The smiled he brought me, faded.

"Good night, baby." I said quietly. Only to myself.
It's not like he would hear it.
I don't know if he ever could.

We can't be together. Why would I even think that? It'll never happen.

A silent tear fell.
Just another lonely night.

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