FicWad

I walked into Drew's room a few hours later from the back of the ambulance (I had fallen asleep...)
I didn't even have to ask anyone what room he was in. The faint flickering of his fading soul guided me into the creepily monochromatic white room. A sigh released some of the stress now pouring into my numb body as I sat in a chair. After a thought, I reached into my pocket and took out my cell phone. I called Dad.
The varied tones of the numbers I dialed were barely heard; my soul was deeply hurt, so hurt that I was in shock.
ringgg...ringgg...ri--
"Hello?"
Happiness flooded into my body when I heard my father's deep, throaty voice.
"Hello?" he asked again.
"Oh, um, hi Dad," I whispered.
"Why are you whispering, honey? If you're in trouble with the law again..."
"Dad, calm down. I'm just...okay, I'm in the hospital--"
"WHAT? ARE YOU HURT? DID YOU HURT YOURSELF? WHAT'S WRONG?" (he wasn't yelling, he was just a bit excited)
"No, Dad, I'm fine. Drew, well, he's my friend. But anyway he...he's sort of sick. And I had to take him here."
"Okay, hold on... What? Oh, okay. Chelsea's in the hospital...no, she's not hurt, her little friend from school," I cringed, "is, um, sick. And she took him there...no, I don't know anything else, hold on, okay, I'll ask... THIS IS AN EMERGENCY PEOPLE. Chels? You there?"
"Yes, Dad," I groaned.
"So, um, yeah, the people in the movie theatre are getting upset, so I'll call you later, and you're step-mom and I will pick you up."
"Dad?"
"Yes, sweety?" he whispered.
"I love you."
"Love you too, bye. I TOLD YOU..."
Neeeeep...nee...a tone sounded indicating he hung up his phone.
For the first time since I had entered the room, I looked up at Drew. It was hard. I mean, he was sick, really sick. And not to mention, I was in extreme shock. It was...painful.
His skin was so pale, paler than a white sheet of paper.
He looked so fragile, so delicate, like he could break like a twig any minute.
And his eyes...they were shut. Not seeing his eyes, it made me feel empty inside.
His presence was slowly fading away, sort of like in the movies, at the very end, after the credits, when everything just fades away to a jet black.
He looked kind of like an angel, but a sick one. My angel. My angel, Drew.
A nurse walked in.
"Can you please leave? This young man needs some rest here."
Naturally, in the state I was in, I flipped out on her.
"Excuse me? Okay, 'this young man' is my boyfriend, well he was, until he passed out. And I'm not going to leave. He needs me and I need him. I'M NOT LEAVING, OKAY? IF YOU'RE HUSBAND, OR BOYFRIEND WAS SICK IN THE HOSPITAL, YOU WOULDN'T WANT TO EVER LEAVE THEY'RE SIDE EITHER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND??"
She stared at me blankly and blinked a few times, trying to be polite.
"Actually, I don't understand. For one, you don't need to get upset. You're overreacting. And two, I'm a lesbian. So no, I wouldn't understand. Can you please leave now?"
My defenses were now weak, so I gave in, and walked out of the room slowly.
She came out into the waiting room with me. How annoying could she be?
"All right, I'm sorry. I do sort of understand, I guess...it's just, late shift, you know. Still can't get used to it. So, hi, I'm Irene."
"I'm Chelsea," I muttered.
"Hi Chelsea."
And then, I noticed that her eyes were the prettiest green I've ever seen.