Wednesday, 25 July 2012
06:16:25 PM (GMT)
For about half an hour I'd sat in the waiting room talking to myself. Several
nurses gave me strange looks, but if anyone came over they left when I looked up.
Hamish had actually put make-up on me, but apparantly I still must look like death.
Either that or his make-up application had gotten worse.
"No matter what happens... No tears, got it? No pathetic rubbish... Just be there.
As always. He'll be fine. Just sit there, and be there..."
I nodded once and stood up, ignoring the headrush that I'd almost gotten used to. I
pushed my hands into my pockets, striding towards the door, behind which I knew he
was. My best friend. My John. My everything.
I pushed open the door, a little harder than intended, maybe, but at least now I had
to go in. My pace slowed, though, as I stepped around the corner and made a beeline
for his outstretched hand. I took it, and I think I insulted him, but to be honest,
I was trying not to look anywhere but his eyes. Everywhere else I might have seen
something, and believed it. In his eyes, I saw everything I needed to see, and the
rest- the disbelief, the hopelessness, the exhaustion- I could make that go away.
At least, I hoped I could.
"So this is it, then?" He said. His voice was small, and the instant he said that,
I shook my head, even though he wasn't finished.
It couldn't be.
I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes and swallowed. Now it was my turn.
I didn't care how lomg it would take, or what I'd have to do.
I'd fix him.