wishbone

confusion is the major emotion that takes over the injured man’s features, brows furrowing into a tight knit, lips parting in slight surprise.  from the way this man is talking to him and acting  ( he’s tugging the blanket onto him better, asking all these questions ),  it’s clear that samuel should be able to recognize him and know who he is but he can’t.  his mind searches and searches for the right answer but comes up empty  ;  this is the first time he’s seeing him and he doesn’t understand what’s going on.    ❛  — i…  ❜    he croaks out, at the loss of words, as he glances at his doctors for help and answers.    ❛  sorry but…  who are you?  what are… what are you doing here?  ❜    his voice remains hoarse and deep from the lack of use.  if anything, you would’ve assumed that your family, your parents and siblings, would be the first faces you see after you wake up from something like a coma but perhaps it’s just samuel’s luck to have a random male going off on him, acting like a mama bird.    ❛  i’m fine but i don’t…  — i don’t understand, who are you?  should i know you?  ❜    he proceeds to question some more and now he’s certainly alerted the interest of his doctors.  samuel’s confused gaze shifts between the unfamiliar male and his doctors, trying to search their faces for any kind of answers but he’s provided with none.    ❛  will someone please tell me what’s going on?  ❜

     this was nerve wracking in every which way possible for ryder. him and este’s relationship was fairly new and ryder had been dancing around the topic of sex for as long as he possibly could because he didn’t want to admit that he was a virgin, still. he wasn’t as embarrassed over the fact that he hadn’t had sex yet, but rather he was embarrassed that he wouldn’t last as long as he wanted with his experienced girlfriend- that was the nerve wracking part. even after telling este out loud that this was what he wanted, his body was still catching up with his mind’s acceptance. “i do! very much so.” ryder’s quick to answer that he continued to hold down the other’s hands, fighting off este’s grip. “i just… don’t want to look stupid in front of you, that’s all.” plus, he very much liked kissing her. that part was fun. “i want us to go slow and i, uh, want to take care of you first. if that’s alright with you?”

it’s like he’s been sleeping, dreaming about nothing at all, for the past three days.  the steady beeping and humming of the machines, voices muttering lowly around him, are what eventually pull him from whatever deep state he’d been in  ( coma, the doctors would tell him in a few ).  breathing feels hard and his chest heaves up and down slowly as the male blinks his brown hues open  ——  the brightness of the white room stinging his sore eyes, making him wince and shut his eyes tightly for a few moment before he’s trying again.  this time he gets his eyes open but he isn’t met with the sight of bright white tiles of the ceiling, but there’s someone’s face hovering over him, calling for mr. martell.  the voice feels so far away and it echoes in his ears before he’s getting used to his surroundings and his brain catches up ; his mind still feels blurry and groggy but clear enough for him to register this unfamiliar doctor’s words.    ❛  mr. martell, are you awake?  can you hear me?  ❜    the older man speaks and samuel answers.  yes, i can hear you.  a relieved grin spreads over the doctor’s face and then the hospital bed ridden man is bombarded with more questions such as do you know your name, do you know where you are or what happened.  he answers with the best of his abilities as there’s a flashlight pointed to his eyes, lids pulled upwards and then he has to go through a few tests — neurological ones and ones that test his motor skills.  he can’t do much with his left hand as the arm is broken, the doctor tells him, he’s got a couple of broken ribs and an injured leg too.  the whole package.  they fill him in on what had happened and samuel barely gets to sit on it before there’s a stranger storming into his room.  he winces at the loud shouting, surprise and confusion taking over his features as he reckons he should know this man but his mind draws nothing but blanks.  his brown hues are scanning the other’s features, head throbbing and brows furrowed deeply together.    ❛  — sorry?  ❜