Zander awoke in the middle of the night.
He groaned as he sat up, a pain evident in his stomach. As he looked around the hospital room, his face dropped with horror.
He had failed.
He was still here.
It didn't take long for the waterworks to build up before he threw his head into his hands and began to cry. Why could nothing ever go his way? His figure shook as he let out small hiccups when he tried desperately to wipe his eyes.
Just then the door had opened, Luke had finished once again negotiating to be allowed to stay the night.
He was shocked to see Zander awake upon entering the room.
He was crying.
Luke frowned as tears built in his own eyes as he walked over to the side of the bed and gently wrapped his arms around Zanders frame, pulling him to rest on his chest.
Zander momentarily looked up, but closed his eyes as he continued to weep and nuzzled his face into Luke.
Luke just stayed silent as he stood still with a hand on Zanders head.
Zander didn't want to be here. He wanted to be dead. Why couldn't he get the things he wanted?
Even just for once in his life.
He wanted to actually be who he was described as.
Mister Perfect.
