The operation took five hours, but the patient was still under for a few more. The other boy watched, silent but visibly trembling, as the patient opened his own eyes at last. His were dry; the other's were wet, a glass so full it relied on surface tension alone. The white room smelled like disinfectant and elastic - reminding the patient of the blue, impersonal gloves the operators snapped on just before he fell into medically-induced unconsciousness. The other clenched his fists at his sides, willing himself not to cry. Hot tears spill down his cheeks, and the patient just smiles oh so softly, trying not to move to much, but he still reaches out with one shaky hand. The other takes it after hesitating just a moment to make sure it wouldn't cause injury. And just like that, the pair break down.

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Twisted Dreams
PoetryA collection of short stories, poems, and half-written ramblings. ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 dream \ ˈdrēm \ 1 : a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 night·m...