Blossomed in Love (ManXboy)

Twirls and realizations.

Damon.

I don't wait for Dash to park completely as I jump out of the car and head straight into the hospital.

"Hi I'm here for Marco Flores." The young nurse seated at the counter area types sporadically on the keyboard in front of her as she replies with a question.

"Are you family?" She glances up to look at me and automatically licks her lips, and awkwardly tilts her head so her hair falls to the side as she twirls some strands around her fingers. "or friend?" she completes with a slight drawl to her words that I'm not sure is supposed to be sexy because it isn't. I stare at her in disgust not even bothering to hide my disapproval at whatever this uncomfortable display is.

"Ma'am I would like to see Marco Flores." No need to be disrespectful to her, just show the disinterest and keep it moving. "Or Dr Castillo." I'm so close to snapping at her if she doesn't freaking spit out the room number where my Marco is with all this hair twirling bull that's she's doing.

"Damon! Dash! they're with me Sarah." I didn't realize Dash had entered but I've never been happy to see Nate till this moment.

"How is he? What happened? Nate is he going to be okay?" Dash shoots question after question.

"He was brought in by the EMT's, he passed out at school." He stops to glance between us, the disapproval at the situation etched on his face and especially focused on me for some reason. His eyes dances between us as he continues to explain the situation "Seems to be from fatigue and dehydration so we've inserted an IV but won't know more till he wakes up which should be in an hour or two." He glances at the watch on his wrist as he gives the estimate of Marco's regain of consciousness.

In between the rogue thoughts in my mind of how much has happened in my absence, I can't help the feeling of fear that creeps upon me on how badly this could have ended and I try to drive the thoughts away but I can't. It eats me up from the inside out, the fear of losing Marco really consumes my entire being, the actual thought of losing him more than anything fuels this feeling of ultimate protection bubbling in me. I never want to feel this kind of fear again, I never want Marco out of my sight again and ultimately I never want him out of my life ever again.

"Dash you can go in, Damon I need to talk to you." Nate gives Dashiel a reassuring smile as my best friend looks between us before going into the hospital suite designated to Marco. Leaving just Nate and I in the hallways, the look of utter rage and disapproval takes over Nate's features as his attention zeroes in on me completely.

"You're such a coward, you go around flaunting your charm in pretense that everything is perfect but you manage to hurt the one person that's able to see through your bull and still adore you through it. I for one think you're scared of love, of commitment, of opening your heart and letting someone see through your crap so you make up this excuses of why it's wrong and continue to dwell in misery. Thing is he's you're hurting him, time after time you lead him on to slam the door smack in the face." His words pierce me like nails through wood because not only do they speak to my core but they shine the light on the insecurities that I've always kept tucked away to avoid the entire world viewing the flaws in my 'perfect world.'

Nate moves impossibly closer to me, his view a little taller than mine in my present position where I'm slouched against the wall. "I care too much about him to watch his feelings be played like ping pong. So if you don't man up and treat him right I swear I would punch our fucking throat Damon." His pointer finger pokes my chest on every word he says. The tightness of his jaw and seriousness in his orbs letting me know that he was far from playing around. "Now get in there and do something right for once."

I straighten up immediately as my legs carry me towards the only thing that separates me from my Marco but not before feeling the need to do something to a now retreating Nate.

"Thank you." I semi yell as his footsteps come to a halt and he turns back to look at me.

"For?"

"Everything." A look of understanding appears on his face before being replaced by a small smile.

"He deserves more, now get in there Damon and make me proud." A genuine laugh bubbles from my throat at that. I open the door of the spacious room to see my little geek on the bed, IV connected to one hand, slow and deep breathing as a reminder of what I almost lost. A little pale but still as beautiful as ever and I'm easily mesmerized as I get reacquainted with Marco's gorgeous features that I've been deprived of for over two months now. I ache to see the brown innocent doe eyes that remind me of the existence of angels on earth.

Dash's voice on the phone tears my roaming eyes away from Marco and I shift my focus to the person speaking to me.

"I need to go pick up Jamie and Chrissy, they want to see Marco. Are you okay to stay with him?" I give him a thumbs up in response and he just nods in approval. "I'll pickup some food on the way back."

"Thanks" I make my way to the armchair next to the bed while Dash makes his way out of the room making sure to close the door as gently as possible.

My hand unconsciously make their way into the soft curls that are splayed over the fluffed pillow and I begin to massage Marco's scalp, the quietness and tranquility in the room enough to deliver a feeling of peace and calm through my entire being ironic to the chaos associated with a hospital.

"No more excuses baby, I'm for real this time." I whisper into the silence.