Vision

My mouth felt like it was filled with cotton balls and I thought was head was going to collapse in on itself or explode entirely. My whole body ached dully aside from my head and a screaming pain in my left shoulder.
I thought if I kept my eyes closed maybe I could fall back asleep where the pain couldn’t find me, but harsh whispers caught my attention. Must be my annoying sister and her girlfriend, they never can help but go through my things; I really need to get a lock on my door. The whispers came from all around me and I thought I was going insane for a moment before I realized I recognized the voices, they were male.
The events of the night came crashing back to me, being attacked in the parking garage, seeing Patrick standing over me, Brendon yelling, all of them seeing me topless, kissing Gerard.My eyes shot open and the ache in my head multiplied by a thousand. I reached up to cover my eyes with my hands and rolled over the curl my knees into my chest as if it would stop the pain.
“Brendon can you get her some water please?”
“Why the fuck do I have to, Patrick?”
“Both of you be quiet, and Brendon, right now I doubt the first face she wants to see is yours.” I couldn’t help but smile a little at the sound of Gerard’s voice, he was always looking out for me. With great effort, I sat up and looked at Gerard, his hair was even messier than usual but his lopsided grin was still the same.
“Chris?” Patrick whispered as he laid his hand on mine, “How are you feeling?”
“Tired.” Gerard laughed at my answer.
“I think she’s alright now. And you better not be tired! You’ve been out for almost twenty hours! Scared me fucking shitless.”
“Almost twenty hours? What happened?”
“I would ask you the same thing. Christine,” Patrick interrupted, his voice serious, “what do you remember?”
“Everything.”
“What?” Patrick and Gerard said simultaneously.
“When I blacked out, everything came back to me, well, almost everything.”
“So I’m guessing you remember what happened before Brendon attacked me?”
I didn’t know if Gerard meant the kiss or flashing them but I couldn’t ask him with Patrick in the room so I gave the only answer I could. “Yes.”
“Okay.” He paused for a moment, the silence was deafening. “Hey Patrick, can you go see what’s taking Brendon so long?”
“Sure thing.” Patrick left the room without another word, closing the door behind him. I didn’t even care what Brendon was doing anymore because as soon as the latch in the door clicked Gerard’s lips were on mine again.
“I was,” kiss, “so worried,” kiss, “about you,” kiss, “thank,” kiss, “god you’re,” kiss, “okay.” His lips locked on mine for a moment before traveling to my jaw, neck, collarbone, and then back up again, repeating the process, never missing an inch of my skin. Before long he had climbed onto the bed with me and was straddling me, his knees on either side of my hips. My face delicately cupped in his hands as if I could fall apart at any moment. I could feel every inch of him, the edge of his jacket brushing against my ribs, the rough denim of his old jeans rubbing against my thighs, his calloused fingers memorizing every part of my face.
Patrick could walk in at any moment, Brendon could throw a brick at my head, I wouldn’t care, and nothing could ruin this moment, not while Gerard was here with me. As if just thinking about any of that happening made it true, the door handle began to turn. Gerard leapt off of me but he wasn’t fast enough, Patrick had seen everything.
“Okay, now we will deal with whatever this is later, we have something more important going on. I can’t find Brendon.”

Notes

Oh no Patrick found out!

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