His New Toy (boyxboy)

I Can Wait

The dark circles I got from the hospital are still there and I hardly sleep at night anymore so it’s not getting any better. I look so scary since my skin is so pale and the circles are so dark. I look at my arms and I wish I still had those bandages the scars looked horrible, they were red and purple and just made me plain sick. The rest of my body was worse. I had so many bruises it looked like someone took a baseball bat to me, but I guess getting hit by a lorry would give me its fare share of bruises. I traced the scar that I got from when the doctors opened me up and stitched me back. I grimaced at all the other stitches I received that night. I never felt so uncomfortable being in my own skin before.

I quickly brushed the tears that fell from my eyes but what was the point? Once I started I was never able to stop

[Erick’s POV]

The shower had finally stopped running and the door opened slowly releasing all steam. I pushed myself off the wall I was leaning on and watched him as he walked out, towel wrapped around his slender waist as he tried to dry his hair with another towel.

“You took long” I commented, startling him

“I did?” he answered innocently looking at me briefly before putting his head down

“Yeah an hour and a half actually…” I stated not really interested in how long he took anymore “You’ve been crying?”

“What?” he asked sounding surprised but he didn’t look at me. He brushed past me and closed the door behind him

I sighed walking to my room

I stopped halfway in my tracks “What the hell I'm doing?” I muttered to myself. If I wanted something, I always got it. Why was I cowering now? Storming back into Max’s room I threw the door open

“Max-“

“WHAT THE FUCK ERICK!?”

“Shit I'm sorry” I quickly turned around to head out but ended up smacking myself into the wall “HOLY FUCK!” I groaned as I clutched onto my nose

“Are you okay?” I turned around cautiously. The towel was around his waist now. He tried to look serious but he was smiling

Smiling.

It was beautiful actually.

The first time since he woke up he was smiling.

If it took hurting myself to make him smile like he was now, I would slam myself against brick door a long time ago.

“Are you laughing at me?” I challenged raising a brow

“No no I'm not” he quickly countered biting on his lip

“You are!” I grinned, lunging after him