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Title: Prince Charming: Part One
Characters: Tony/OMC (based on Ryan Gosling) Tony/Michelle Tony/Maxxie (in later chapters) Tony/Sid (if you squint)
Rating: R for cursing
Word Count: 2,783
Warning: Angst, slash, and underage sex (if you live in the U.S like I do)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and have no money. Don't sue me!
Summary: Tony comes to some surprising realizations while in a coma, as things change around him and with him.
Tony's POV
The first month was actually fun, if I say so myself. Mum and dad crying by my side; holding my bruised hand and forgetting every single glare they threw at me; mixed with the muttered blame that they placed on me after Effy's overdose.
Boys and girls would wander in and out; blurred faces that I might have danced with at parties and hands rubbing my arm softly that probably groped me more than once; either when I was too tweaked, drunk or both.
Kids at school would come in now and then with runny noses and red, tearful eyes, giving prayers that I might come out of this damn coma soon. Those are the same kids that would gather just out of my peripheral and whisper 'whore' and 'cocksucker.'
My friends had visited everyday, harsh words and all my faults forgiven, they would stay for hours. It was almost like any normal day. They would sit around talking crap and popping pretty, white pills. Effy would join them most of the time; her silent mouth giving away none of her pain, but her tired eyes gave away all her suffering to my friends. They were always pretty observant.
I remember how alarmed I was the first time Maxxie slipped a pill on my sister's tongue and Michelle held her 'till she fell asleep. I felt so helpless that I couldn't yell and tell them that I never wanted my little sister to take drugs ever again. Then Chris patted my motionless shoulder as if he knew I was still watching and said, “Don't worry Tone. It was just a sleeping pill. Poor girl probably hasn't slept in ages.”
They would stay most of the afternoon and into the night, all of them dozing on the floor until the nurse kicked them out. Sid however would stay the night, most nights. “I'm his brother,” he would tell the nurses, who would raise eyebrows in disbelief. “Well, we have different dads,” he lied, making the residing nurse sigh in exasperation before walking off to get a pillow and blanket.
When they were altogether the mood usually stayed light, but when Sid was alone he would look at me with imploring eyes, like if he would beg hard enough I would just magically wake up. He would bring the sofa chair close to the bed, reminiscent of late nights and early mornings after parties when we were so exhausted we would just pass out on my bed together.
Sid would hold my hand most nights until he fell asleep. I could tell he was desperate for contact or any other sign of life, telling him I was still there. I would whisper into his ear, “You know, you could hug me. I won't break and I promise not to punch you again. Just get up and hug me. It's okay.” He never listened, though.
Then time passed, slowly for me and them. They got weary of being in a miserable hospital every day. I couldn't blame them. If it was me in there place I would say 'fuck it' and go party. What really bugged me was how they came in one by one, two and a half months into it. They all said there goodbyes like I was in a casket instead of a hospital bed, and they were parting with the dead corpse of there dear friend, instead of their alive friend who was just in a bloody coma!
It hurt the most when Michelle came in and took my hand. “I love you so much Tone,' she said, her voice cracked after my name, “but I can't be here and I can't see you like this. It hurts too much. I hope you understand that I will always love you. I pray each night and I always will. Bye, Tone.” With that she let go of my hand and left.
The only ones who stayed were Effy and Sid. Effy was my sister and Sid was my best mate, I owned both of them and they could do nothing else but stay by my side. Somehow I felt like they were the only ones who truly loved me. Effy had school though and had to go home each night. Sid skipped classes. He would tell me how his dad would yell at him because his grades were lowering worst than they were before. It made me feel like shit.
That is why it was actually a relief when Sid stopped coming each day, along with Effy. They would both come in once a week, Sid still stayed the entire night and he made tapes, as well, for me to listen to. It was lonely though, and I clung to his voice on the speakers like a life line. After a while I thought I was going to go insane and if I ever came out of that coma I would be nutters. If I was actually able to cry physical tears, at that point I probably would have.
That is when it happened. That's when he came into my life or at least into my hospital room. He was a resident and had come in with a gaggle of other young doctors followed by an older one. They stopped by my bed and the older one grabbed my chart and told them my history. 'Three broken ribs, punctured lung, fractured hip and so on.....'
I noticed that as all the other residents listened and watched the senior doctor intently the young bloke had eyes that kept wandered towards me more times than not. His piercing blues traveled up my body, from my still toes, to my evenly moving chest, to my tubed mouth and closed eyes. I was different colors of pale blue and pale white. I hadn't felt attractive in a long time, with wires and tubes taped everywhere.
However, with his eyes stalling on my body I couldn't help but want to smirk my usual cocky smirk. Here was this young doctor who was probably having very bad thoughts about a seventeen year old kid's comatose body. It was positively scandalous and also very entertaining. Something I hadn't had in a long time.
My second encounter with blue eyes happened after one of Sid's visits. After saying 'later' he had left the book he was reading to me on the bed. When the attendant had walked in he passed Sid and there eyes met. Something was exchanged that I didn't fully understand. However, it was forgotten when the young doctor came close to my bed and looked at the beeping machines, writing things down on a chart before he looked at me.
“I'm just taking vitals and things like that,” he said in a raspy, deep voice. I was intrigued to find out that he was American. I really wish that I could have asked him some questions then but I had no voice and he was done working around me within five minutes. He was about to leave when he saw the book. He ran his fingertips over it. “Orlando: A Biography. I saw your boyfriend in here and I heard him reading to you. He's a really lucky guy,” he had said with an edge to his voice.
I wanted to laugh loud: he thought that Sid and I were queer for each other. If I could have said anything I probably wouldn't have. It was much too fun seeing this complete stranger jealous over my best mate. “My name is Nathaniel. You can call me Nathan,” he whispered and then continued, “You were my last patient in this round so I've got some time. Would you like me to read to you, Tony?”
It was strange how personal his voice sounded and I couldn't make fun of the seriousness in his tone. He didn't wait for an answer because that would have been stupid, but just picked up the book that lied beside my hand. Accidentally or purposely he brushed my fingers with his knuckles as he got situated and started to read.
I took this time to take his features into memory. It wasn't a hard task and he was quite easy on the eyes. He still had his piercing blue eyes but with it came spikey, dark blond hair and ginger facial hair; not much but still nice. His skin was tan; much tanner than mine and he was quite tall; possible my height. His face was boyish, even though he was older but he was still very manly, with a strong nose and jaw. He had strapping shoulders and were I was skinny he was built and muscular. All in all he was a handsome man. If Prince Charming actually existed I'm sure that he would have looked something like this young doctor.
That is how it played out for quite a while and he even started bringing books in to read to me. Sometimes he would talk to me about himself. He was from California, a regular surfer boy, who was twenty-seven and was in England for his residency because he always wanted to study abroad but had never gotten the chance. However, he thought my little town was beautiful place and wanted to stay longer.
Everyday he would visit me and I became attached to his attention and to his voice. Others had taken notice, however. Nurses would come in to change sheets and other things, while they gossiped just like college kids.
“You know that he comes in here almost everyday,” random nurse number one would say.
“He's parts of Nathan's round, though,” random nurse two countered.
“But when he's in here you can hear him talking and laughing....” random nurse one insinuated.
“The real question, though: is he touching?” Random nurse two asked around a giggle.
“I bet he is and the kid is barely legal. I bet the head attending is going to fire him,” random nurse one whispered.
After those words left her mouth I was shocked into a thoughtless state. Nathan could be fired because of me and then I would never see him again. His daily visits had come to mean a lot to me and it's not like he was molesting my lifeless body for fuck sake. I was already worried though; he hadn't come to my room in three days and I was going crazy thinking I wouldn't see him again.
However, he came in one day; closing the door quietly behind him. He smiled as he faced me and brought a finger up to his mouth and made a hush sound. “Some nosy nurses have been talking crap and Dr. Benson told me to cut my visits shorter or keep my fucking voice down. I like the latter better. Also, I brought you something,” he had whispered.
I watched as he moved his hands from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of wild flowers. I stared blankly as he put the flowers into an empty vase that once had held flowers from my parents, which had died and were now thrown away.
I had felt relief that he wouldn't leave but 'how fucking cheesy was he' was all I had thought; along with 'next he will be giving me candies.' However, I couldn't help it when my thoughts became awfully sugary. I couldn't help it; he was just too sweet. He was a real Prince Charming.
It became intimate only a few days after that. As he was changing the tape on my tubes he started to slowly stroke my cheek and than his hand delicately stroked through my hair. I could feel any of it but his voice was soothing as he spoke, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are. If I was your boyfriend I'd be here everyday.”
Also, there would be times after he had finished reading that he would just look at me, as if he was taking in my features like I had once did. I wondered if he was actually serious about me being beautiful or if he just felt empathy for the pretty kid who had been wasting away in a hospital bed. Either way I could feel the attraction he had for me grow stronger. I truly wished that I could have done something about it like tease him with my eyes or even kiss him with my lips. However, both were still as death in my comatose state by that was probably the only time I was happy about it. I still loved Michelle, even though I had avoided thinking about her. It had been too painful. I didn't want to cheat on her again and I didn't want to be a wanker.
Then it had happened. Michelle came in one day with a bitter smile on her face and I knew something was wrong. She had taken my hand like she had before and started to whisper in broken sobs, “I'm sorry Tone, but I don't think I can wait. God, I love you so much but you might be like this forever and I feel like a bloody widow. I have to move on. It just hurts too much. I swear that I will always love you. I just can't do this anymore. I'm so fucking sorry.” She placed my hand back on the bed gently then she turned and ran out the door bumping into Nathan on her rush out. If I could have cried at that moment I probably would have.
Nathan had slowly walked to my bed and looked at me with sorrowful eyes and at that moment I knew that he had heard every single word Michelle had said. “I'm so sorry. I guess that was your girlfriend. Fuck, that's probably the worst way to say I'm giving up. I'm so sorry Tony,” he whispered.
His words had been barely audible though, as I implored him with unspoken words, “Hug me you fucker! God, I just need someone to hug me.” My pleas were unspoken but to my surprise they were not unheard. Nathan had come closer to my bed and stroked my arm before he bent over my sill body to give me an awkward hug between tubes and wires; cold skin and tears.
I was able to tell he was breathing harshly at the side of my face and then with an unexpected twist of face and his handsome face he turned and kissed on my bottom lip and then my top one. The tube blocked any real kiss but it hadn't mattered.
Through that weird embrace and peculiar touch of our lips the only that that had been strange was the sensation. I had been actually able to feel hips lips on mine. Feeling was something I had not been able to experience since this fucking coma. It was truly a wonderful sensation of his lips warm and soft against mine. Following this feeling was a tingle that went through my entire being as I felt myself disappearing and coming back into my body.
I was leaving this between state that I had been in for so long and back into my physical form. I could feel my sore eyes open and everything hurt. Moving my eyes was a pain but I did it just to see his eyes closed as his face still touched mine. I managed to gasp out 'Nathan' in a gurgled voice. However, through my aching throat and thick tube that had gone around and in my mouth he had heard me. He turned and I met his shocked face and wet eyes.
This led me to be I am now; him and me, staring at each other for a minute or a century. Everything that I felt and he felt was there still between us. He brings his hand up to stroke my face and as I lean into the comforting touch he knows that I know everything and I'm not turning away. I could stay this way forever but I'm in pain and he knows it. He turns and calls for some nurses but he still holds my hand tight. Things are certainly going to be different now with my hand in his.
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N/A: Comments please.
Characters: Tony/OMC (based on Ryan Gosling) Tony/Michelle Tony/Maxxie (in later chapters) Tony/Sid (if you squint)
Rating: R for cursing
Word Count: 2,783
Warning: Angst, slash, and underage sex (if you live in the U.S like I do)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and have no money. Don't sue me!
Summary: Tony comes to some surprising realizations while in a coma, as things change around him and with him.
Tony's POV
The first month was actually fun, if I say so myself. Mum and dad crying by my side; holding my bruised hand and forgetting every single glare they threw at me; mixed with the muttered blame that they placed on me after Effy's overdose.
Boys and girls would wander in and out; blurred faces that I might have danced with at parties and hands rubbing my arm softly that probably groped me more than once; either when I was too tweaked, drunk or both.
Kids at school would come in now and then with runny noses and red, tearful eyes, giving prayers that I might come out of this damn coma soon. Those are the same kids that would gather just out of my peripheral and whisper 'whore' and 'cocksucker.'
My friends had visited everyday, harsh words and all my faults forgiven, they would stay for hours. It was almost like any normal day. They would sit around talking crap and popping pretty, white pills. Effy would join them most of the time; her silent mouth giving away none of her pain, but her tired eyes gave away all her suffering to my friends. They were always pretty observant.
I remember how alarmed I was the first time Maxxie slipped a pill on my sister's tongue and Michelle held her 'till she fell asleep. I felt so helpless that I couldn't yell and tell them that I never wanted my little sister to take drugs ever again. Then Chris patted my motionless shoulder as if he knew I was still watching and said, “Don't worry Tone. It was just a sleeping pill. Poor girl probably hasn't slept in ages.”
They would stay most of the afternoon and into the night, all of them dozing on the floor until the nurse kicked them out. Sid however would stay the night, most nights. “I'm his brother,” he would tell the nurses, who would raise eyebrows in disbelief. “Well, we have different dads,” he lied, making the residing nurse sigh in exasperation before walking off to get a pillow and blanket.
When they were altogether the mood usually stayed light, but when Sid was alone he would look at me with imploring eyes, like if he would beg hard enough I would just magically wake up. He would bring the sofa chair close to the bed, reminiscent of late nights and early mornings after parties when we were so exhausted we would just pass out on my bed together.
Sid would hold my hand most nights until he fell asleep. I could tell he was desperate for contact or any other sign of life, telling him I was still there. I would whisper into his ear, “You know, you could hug me. I won't break and I promise not to punch you again. Just get up and hug me. It's okay.” He never listened, though.
Then time passed, slowly for me and them. They got weary of being in a miserable hospital every day. I couldn't blame them. If it was me in there place I would say 'fuck it' and go party. What really bugged me was how they came in one by one, two and a half months into it. They all said there goodbyes like I was in a casket instead of a hospital bed, and they were parting with the dead corpse of there dear friend, instead of their alive friend who was just in a bloody coma!
It hurt the most when Michelle came in and took my hand. “I love you so much Tone,' she said, her voice cracked after my name, “but I can't be here and I can't see you like this. It hurts too much. I hope you understand that I will always love you. I pray each night and I always will. Bye, Tone.” With that she let go of my hand and left.
The only ones who stayed were Effy and Sid. Effy was my sister and Sid was my best mate, I owned both of them and they could do nothing else but stay by my side. Somehow I felt like they were the only ones who truly loved me. Effy had school though and had to go home each night. Sid skipped classes. He would tell me how his dad would yell at him because his grades were lowering worst than they were before. It made me feel like shit.
That is why it was actually a relief when Sid stopped coming each day, along with Effy. They would both come in once a week, Sid still stayed the entire night and he made tapes, as well, for me to listen to. It was lonely though, and I clung to his voice on the speakers like a life line. After a while I thought I was going to go insane and if I ever came out of that coma I would be nutters. If I was actually able to cry physical tears, at that point I probably would have.
That is when it happened. That's when he came into my life or at least into my hospital room. He was a resident and had come in with a gaggle of other young doctors followed by an older one. They stopped by my bed and the older one grabbed my chart and told them my history. 'Three broken ribs, punctured lung, fractured hip and so on.....'
I noticed that as all the other residents listened and watched the senior doctor intently the young bloke had eyes that kept wandered towards me more times than not. His piercing blues traveled up my body, from my still toes, to my evenly moving chest, to my tubed mouth and closed eyes. I was different colors of pale blue and pale white. I hadn't felt attractive in a long time, with wires and tubes taped everywhere.
However, with his eyes stalling on my body I couldn't help but want to smirk my usual cocky smirk. Here was this young doctor who was probably having very bad thoughts about a seventeen year old kid's comatose body. It was positively scandalous and also very entertaining. Something I hadn't had in a long time.
My second encounter with blue eyes happened after one of Sid's visits. After saying 'later' he had left the book he was reading to me on the bed. When the attendant had walked in he passed Sid and there eyes met. Something was exchanged that I didn't fully understand. However, it was forgotten when the young doctor came close to my bed and looked at the beeping machines, writing things down on a chart before he looked at me.
“I'm just taking vitals and things like that,” he said in a raspy, deep voice. I was intrigued to find out that he was American. I really wish that I could have asked him some questions then but I had no voice and he was done working around me within five minutes. He was about to leave when he saw the book. He ran his fingertips over it. “Orlando: A Biography. I saw your boyfriend in here and I heard him reading to you. He's a really lucky guy,” he had said with an edge to his voice.
I wanted to laugh loud: he thought that Sid and I were queer for each other. If I could have said anything I probably wouldn't have. It was much too fun seeing this complete stranger jealous over my best mate. “My name is Nathaniel. You can call me Nathan,” he whispered and then continued, “You were my last patient in this round so I've got some time. Would you like me to read to you, Tony?”
It was strange how personal his voice sounded and I couldn't make fun of the seriousness in his tone. He didn't wait for an answer because that would have been stupid, but just picked up the book that lied beside my hand. Accidentally or purposely he brushed my fingers with his knuckles as he got situated and started to read.
I took this time to take his features into memory. It wasn't a hard task and he was quite easy on the eyes. He still had his piercing blue eyes but with it came spikey, dark blond hair and ginger facial hair; not much but still nice. His skin was tan; much tanner than mine and he was quite tall; possible my height. His face was boyish, even though he was older but he was still very manly, with a strong nose and jaw. He had strapping shoulders and were I was skinny he was built and muscular. All in all he was a handsome man. If Prince Charming actually existed I'm sure that he would have looked something like this young doctor.
That is how it played out for quite a while and he even started bringing books in to read to me. Sometimes he would talk to me about himself. He was from California, a regular surfer boy, who was twenty-seven and was in England for his residency because he always wanted to study abroad but had never gotten the chance. However, he thought my little town was beautiful place and wanted to stay longer.
Everyday he would visit me and I became attached to his attention and to his voice. Others had taken notice, however. Nurses would come in to change sheets and other things, while they gossiped just like college kids.
“You know that he comes in here almost everyday,” random nurse number one would say.
“He's parts of Nathan's round, though,” random nurse two countered.
“But when he's in here you can hear him talking and laughing....” random nurse one insinuated.
“The real question, though: is he touching?” Random nurse two asked around a giggle.
“I bet he is and the kid is barely legal. I bet the head attending is going to fire him,” random nurse one whispered.
After those words left her mouth I was shocked into a thoughtless state. Nathan could be fired because of me and then I would never see him again. His daily visits had come to mean a lot to me and it's not like he was molesting my lifeless body for fuck sake. I was already worried though; he hadn't come to my room in three days and I was going crazy thinking I wouldn't see him again.
However, he came in one day; closing the door quietly behind him. He smiled as he faced me and brought a finger up to his mouth and made a hush sound. “Some nosy nurses have been talking crap and Dr. Benson told me to cut my visits shorter or keep my fucking voice down. I like the latter better. Also, I brought you something,” he had whispered.
I watched as he moved his hands from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of wild flowers. I stared blankly as he put the flowers into an empty vase that once had held flowers from my parents, which had died and were now thrown away.
I had felt relief that he wouldn't leave but 'how fucking cheesy was he' was all I had thought; along with 'next he will be giving me candies.' However, I couldn't help it when my thoughts became awfully sugary. I couldn't help it; he was just too sweet. He was a real Prince Charming.
It became intimate only a few days after that. As he was changing the tape on my tubes he started to slowly stroke my cheek and than his hand delicately stroked through my hair. I could feel any of it but his voice was soothing as he spoke, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are. If I was your boyfriend I'd be here everyday.”
Also, there would be times after he had finished reading that he would just look at me, as if he was taking in my features like I had once did. I wondered if he was actually serious about me being beautiful or if he just felt empathy for the pretty kid who had been wasting away in a hospital bed. Either way I could feel the attraction he had for me grow stronger. I truly wished that I could have done something about it like tease him with my eyes or even kiss him with my lips. However, both were still as death in my comatose state by that was probably the only time I was happy about it. I still loved Michelle, even though I had avoided thinking about her. It had been too painful. I didn't want to cheat on her again and I didn't want to be a wanker.
Then it had happened. Michelle came in one day with a bitter smile on her face and I knew something was wrong. She had taken my hand like she had before and started to whisper in broken sobs, “I'm sorry Tone, but I don't think I can wait. God, I love you so much but you might be like this forever and I feel like a bloody widow. I have to move on. It just hurts too much. I swear that I will always love you. I just can't do this anymore. I'm so fucking sorry.” She placed my hand back on the bed gently then she turned and ran out the door bumping into Nathan on her rush out. If I could have cried at that moment I probably would have.
Nathan had slowly walked to my bed and looked at me with sorrowful eyes and at that moment I knew that he had heard every single word Michelle had said. “I'm so sorry. I guess that was your girlfriend. Fuck, that's probably the worst way to say I'm giving up. I'm so sorry Tony,” he whispered.
His words had been barely audible though, as I implored him with unspoken words, “Hug me you fucker! God, I just need someone to hug me.” My pleas were unspoken but to my surprise they were not unheard. Nathan had come closer to my bed and stroked my arm before he bent over my sill body to give me an awkward hug between tubes and wires; cold skin and tears.
I was able to tell he was breathing harshly at the side of my face and then with an unexpected twist of face and his handsome face he turned and kissed on my bottom lip and then my top one. The tube blocked any real kiss but it hadn't mattered.
Through that weird embrace and peculiar touch of our lips the only that that had been strange was the sensation. I had been actually able to feel hips lips on mine. Feeling was something I had not been able to experience since this fucking coma. It was truly a wonderful sensation of his lips warm and soft against mine. Following this feeling was a tingle that went through my entire being as I felt myself disappearing and coming back into my body.
I was leaving this between state that I had been in for so long and back into my physical form. I could feel my sore eyes open and everything hurt. Moving my eyes was a pain but I did it just to see his eyes closed as his face still touched mine. I managed to gasp out 'Nathan' in a gurgled voice. However, through my aching throat and thick tube that had gone around and in my mouth he had heard me. He turned and I met his shocked face and wet eyes.
This led me to be I am now; him and me, staring at each other for a minute or a century. Everything that I felt and he felt was there still between us. He brings his hand up to stroke my face and as I lean into the comforting touch he knows that I know everything and I'm not turning away. I could stay this way forever but I'm in pain and he knows it. He turns and calls for some nurses but he still holds my hand tight. Things are certainly going to be different now with my hand in his.
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N/A: Comments please.