Over and Over Again | 2,530 words
[This was written in response to this post; the more I thought about it, the more interesting it sounded. Please ready your tissues.]
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Zane came awake to the sound of machines, the smell of a hospital. It was a familiar experience—but what had he done now? The last time he’d been in a hospital had been in Texas, waiting for Ty to recover. As usual.
He tried to remember. There had been a tiger. No—they’d made it home, Smith and Wesson were gone. He remembered that. He remembered Ty restless and sleepless, missing the furry orange weight of the beasts. He remembered kissing him to sleep, remembered—
He didn’t remember anything after that. Why was he in the hospital?
He blinked and the world swam, then slowly came into focus.
Now that was pretty damn cool.
