A Second Chance
Aug 15, 2015 13:35:05 GMT -6
Post by Aki on Aug 15, 2015 13:35:05 GMT -6
This place had become so familiar to him. Almost more familiar than his own apartment. More familiar than the school at which he now worked instead of attending. More familiar in this tiny, cleanly little room. The curtains pulled around them in a space that wasn't even completely theirs. And in the middle of this tiny space, the only person that had ever understood him, the only person that had helped him through some of the most troubling times of his otherwise pointless little life. Amos Vang. His significant other.
Today was like every other day. Akira had finished his day at the school and hurried over to the hospital. The staff all knew him by name, though many pitied him. Others tried to talk him into pulling the plug, but he simply couldn't do it. He had hope. Amos had to wake up sometime. Even if he had to work multiple jobs for the rest of his life to pay the bills, he was never going to give up that hope. He entered the room, and pulled up the tiny recliner next to the bed. He smiled softly and gripped the hand of his beloved Amos. "I brought my violin today. I thought maybe I could play you something." He smiled again and began unzipping his case.
The instrument itself was pretty beat up, knicked and scratched, but obviously cared for. The strings and bow were fairly new, and it was still well polished. He began to play something soft, and soothing, the gentle melody carrying across the room. Some of the nurses stopped what they were doing and listened for a moment. They let him play in their ward because they figured the music was good for the other coma patients, and something about the melodies that he played was calming. Some of them called it the calmest moment of their day, though not many of them could place it.
After a little while he finished with his songs and put the violin back. From there he took out a book and began to read from it. One he had obviously read from many times before. The spine was well worn, and some of the pages were frayed. But everyday he kept up this routine, hoping that maybe it would help.
Once he was finished with the chapter, he closed the book and lay his head on the bed next to the other's hand. Tears welled up in his eyes, but a small smile crossed his face. He could feel him there. He knew he had to still be in there, fighting for his consciousness. Slowly he fell asleep like that, like he had every night. And in the morning he would go to his secondary job. His weekend job. And then he would return, and as much as he wanted it to be different, he knew it probably wouldn't be. But he was prepared to spend the rest of his life in this routine. But for now he slept, dreaming of the days when everything was simpler, and Amos was by his side.