~Jeremike~

Chapter 51

Brice's P.O.V

Why am I laying here? Everything hurts, I can't move, see anything, or talk. Am I alive? I can only hear things, things that aren't good. 'He may not live.' Or, 'It would be a miracle if he does pull through.' What does that mean, am I dying? Last thing that I remember is I was out on a date with Bruce, then everything went black. I felt a hand on my own, crying came after.

"Please... please hang in there." Bruce would say choking on his sobs. What if I can't hang on? I feel so weak, I just feel like I can't. My breathing was uneven. Finally my vision started to come back, but when I tried to talk I couldn't. My neck hurt when I did. I gained control of my limbs again, slowly I tightened the grip on Bruce's hand. He looked up from the ground and into the my eyes. Though my vision was blurry I can see relief wash away his sadness.

"I-I thought you weren't going to make it. But here you are surprising me like always." He hugged me, but not to tight. I opened my mouth to say something, nothing, absolutely nothing. Bruce pulled back and saw me struggling to say something. "You were out for almost two weeks. An unknown person hit your head and neck multiple times. Since they hit your neck and skull badly... The doctors had to do surgery, now you can't talk due to the surgery." My lover starts to cry. "I-I'm going to miss your voice so much." I start to tear up, tears slip down my face no sound came out as I cried. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, I wanted to tell him everything.

"It's weird huh? It feels weird to say something and not get a response. Not trying to sound mean, but it feels like talking to a wall." Bruce sighs and looks down to the floor. "But I'm really happy that you lived. It would have been way worse if you would have not made it." I really wanted to say something to him, it was just very silent. A doctor comes in, he looks at me with shocked eyes.

"Why... I'm glad to see that your awake. Oh, and sorry about your voice, we had no other choice." The doctor stated, I nod at him. "Good new is that you're alive... Bad news, due to the head injuries you will have some trouble doing things. That's one thing, but I think you know the other bad news... Well it's nice to see that your awake, I'll be back in about a hour. Goodbye."

"Ugh... that guy is annoying." Bruce whined. 'No. What's annoying is that I can't talk.' I think to myself.

Few Weeks Later

I was now set free, out of that hospital. But I had to learn a different language called sign language. My doctor had made appointments for me, and Bruce would be coming along so he can learn what I'm saying. A silent sigh escapes my lips as I slouch on my chair, Bruce looks over to me and smiles grabbing my hand. I give a small short smile, his expression turned to worry.

"Hey, everything is going to go alright. Okay?" He reassures. 'I wish I can just tell you how I feel. I wish I can tell you how much I love you.' I nod.

"Yea-" My eyes widen. 'Did I just? Or was it? What?' Bruce looks at me surprised. But they said that I couldn't... I'm so confused.

"Brice?" A lady called. I turn to see a woman with a coat on. "You can follow me."

"Excuse me... But I don't think we'll be needing to appointment." I say clearly. The lady looks at me surprised, but her face softens to a warm smile.

"I see... Then what are you still doing in here?"

"I was just to about to ask that." Bruce says while standing up. "Come on, Brice." He says showing a hand for me to take. I happily take his hand.

Time Skip By A Mime Trying To Steal A Hotdog

When we had gotten home all I did was tell Bruce how much I love him. I had never been happier to see him smile and laugh at my goofiness. And when I finally calmed down from my craziness, I laid peacefully on the couch. Once in a while I would rub the back or front of my neck tracing over my stitches. I just guess luck was just on my side this time around, I sigh and close my eyes.

Crash

My eyes snap open, I quickly walk towards the noise which came from the kitchen. Bruce was picking up glass shards from the ground, he had blood dripping down from his hand. "Bruce, are you okay?" I ask starting to pick up the glass shards the were at my feet, I was careful not to cut myself.

"Yeah. The glass was just wet so it slipped out of my hand."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. Why did you think I was lying?"

"No..." I say a little sarcastically. I just hear a groan.

"Yeah." He sighs and stands up, he opens the trash can up and throws the shards away. I do the same.

"Are you mad at me?" Bruce ignores my question and walks into the living room. (Why do I imagine Levi from AOT doing some kind of sassy walk?) 'Really? You're doing this now?' I walk to where he was sitting, I plop down next to him. He doesn't look my way. "You do know I believe you right?"

"And you do know that I love you? And that I can't stay mad at you. right?" I was going to say something but Bruce's lips were on mine. I was surprised by the kiss but I quickly sunk into the kiss. He bites down and pulls on my bottom lip.

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It was a new day, though my hips were hurting a little. I get up from the bed careful not to wake up Bruce. I stand up but wince at the pain, 'Damn he got me good this time.' I sigh and grab some clean boxers. I decide to sit on the bed and wait from the pain to go away.

"Good morning, Brice." Bruce said sleepily, a yawn coming out while saying my name.

"Morning." I say while looking at him. He was nude, the blanket only covering his crotch.

"Like what you see?~" He says with a sexy smirk.

"Maybe..." I blush and look away.

"Haven't seen that in a while. I love it when you blush like that, then you get all shy. Maybe I should do this more often."  My blush only reddens. He sits up and wraps his arms around me. "And I'm pretty sure you very much enjoyed last night. You calling out my name. Saying 'ha-"

"S-shut up!" I scream, I didn't think I could get any redder.

"But I don't want to. I like to see you like this." There was a short pause. "You were telling me to go fas-" I smack my hand over his mouth. I can feel him smile under my hand, then something wet passed my palm.

"Did you just lick me?" I asked annoyed. He just starts to laugh. "Don't be gross."

"You didn't say that last night when I was licking you."

"I said, shut. up. You're acting like a child." I snap.

"Fine. You win this time." Bruce pecks my cheek and lays back down. "Go back to sleep, ya?"

"It's already late."

"It 5:49 in the morning."

"Okay." I lay down next to him, the pain in my hips had died down a bit.

"Do your hips hurt."

"Not that much."

"Want me to kiss them."

"No!" My face flushes in embarrassment and I turn away from him. I felt Bruce's arms wrap around my waist. I scoot closer to him as his grip got tighter. I close my eyes and drift off into a peaceful sleep once again.

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I felt like I haven't updated in ages. I had written this chapter before, but with my internet problems it all got erased. And also I had a small writers block. There will only be a couple more chapter sadly since I'm running out of ideas, and I don't think there will be a sequel. But there will be a book about Carter's and Spencer's life.