Silent Suffering
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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
6,934
Reviews:
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Category:
Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
6,934
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This original, fictional work is the private property of Michelle and cannot be reproduced without permission. Any resemblance to a person, real or fictional is purely coincidental.
Delivery for Mr. Dross
Ok, the response to this story has been absolutely amazing. Thank you guys so much! Silent Suffering already has more hits than my other works combined and it's been up for not even two weeks! Thank you Lisa for the correction and hurricane, thank you for LOVE. It made my day. ^_^ (And thank you Lisa for your constant compliments. They make me super happy.)
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It’s only been two days since I got out of the hospital and I am already itching to get out of this bed. I don’t care if I’m supposed to rest and only get up to use the restroom, I want to get up and get out of this damn room! I love my parents and Zach but they are driving me insane. They keep asking if I want to talk about what happened and no I don’t want to talk about what happened. I’m not ready and at this rate I doubt I ever will be. I’m currently trying to draw but this damn cast won’t let me bend my hand properly and it smudges whatever lines I do manage to make. The internet has exhausted its uses because facebook can only be checked but so many friggin’ times. I can’t get to the library to get new books and I don’t want to use Zach any more than I already do. I want to get out of here. I hear a ping coming from my computer. I look over and see an AIM from Charlie.
Imagine11: hey.
Painterblue13: hey. How are you doing?
Imagine11: I’m ok. Bored. I was wondering how you are doing?
Painterblue13: I’m slowly going insane. I can’t stand being in here. I can’t draw almost at all and I’ve read all my books. I don’t like what shows are on in the middle of the day. Sorry. I’ll stop complaining.
Imagine11: I’ve got an idea.
Painterblue13: What’s that?
Imagine11: I could come over. Keep you company for a bit and then maybe we could go out and about.
Painterblue13: ummm… I… sure. I’d like that.
Imagine11: Are you sure? You seem a little unsure.
Painterblue13: I’m nervous for some reason but yeah, please come over. I’ll see if I can get someone to go down and let you in. When do you think you’ll be over here?
Imagine11: I can be there in about 20 minutes. What type of books do you like again?
Painterblue13: I like a lot of types. There is a new J.R. Ward book out that I was going to get but didn’t get a chance. I like Poe. Tolkien is awesome and I like a lot of other fantasy stories.
Imagine11: Well, I’m going to be more like 35 minutes but I’ll be there as soon as I can.
Painterblue13: Text me if you can’t get in.
Imagine11: Ok. See you soon.
Painterblue13: See ya.
Suddenly, I’m incredibly nervous. The man who saved my life is coming to see me. What do I do? This room is a mess! I need to clean up. I push the covers off of myself and thank God that I washed earlier today. Standing hurts my ribs but I get up anyways. I put away my books and my art supplies but keep the pencils and paper in close reach. I put away laundry and wipe things down determined to not let the pain force me back to bed. I must have lost track of time because I hear a knock on the door. I walk over to the door, nervousness coming back in full force, and open it. My mouth threatens to drop. This man is sexy. He’s in a brown corduroy jacket, jeans, and a cream turtle neck with a burgundy, brown and dark green striped scarf. His blonde hair is in a ponytail and pulled over one shoulder and his green eyes are staring at me from behind his thin, plastic rimmed glasses.
“You’re supposed to be laying in bed” he says to me so I know it must be Charlie. I wave him in and shut the door behind him. I hobble my way over to the bed and give an inward sigh when I lay down. This hurts a lot less even if it does suck more. “I brought you this.” I look over and see a Borders bag in his outstretched hand. I pull out the new J.R. Ward book Lover Mine.
You shouldn’t have. It was expensive. I sign without thinking.
It’s your get well present.
I smile and look back down until I realize he knows ASL. I look back up at him and he seems to have read my surprise because he signs, My sister is deaf so I know sign language very well. Surprised?
Yes.
Well, do you like it? The book I mean.
Very, very much. I sign with a smile.
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It’s only been two days since I got out of the hospital and I am already itching to get out of this bed. I don’t care if I’m supposed to rest and only get up to use the restroom, I want to get up and get out of this damn room! I love my parents and Zach but they are driving me insane. They keep asking if I want to talk about what happened and no I don’t want to talk about what happened. I’m not ready and at this rate I doubt I ever will be. I’m currently trying to draw but this damn cast won’t let me bend my hand properly and it smudges whatever lines I do manage to make. The internet has exhausted its uses because facebook can only be checked but so many friggin’ times. I can’t get to the library to get new books and I don’t want to use Zach any more than I already do. I want to get out of here. I hear a ping coming from my computer. I look over and see an AIM from Charlie.
Imagine11: hey.
Painterblue13: hey. How are you doing?
Imagine11: I’m ok. Bored. I was wondering how you are doing?
Painterblue13: I’m slowly going insane. I can’t stand being in here. I can’t draw almost at all and I’ve read all my books. I don’t like what shows are on in the middle of the day. Sorry. I’ll stop complaining.
Imagine11: I’ve got an idea.
Painterblue13: What’s that?
Imagine11: I could come over. Keep you company for a bit and then maybe we could go out and about.
Painterblue13: ummm… I… sure. I’d like that.
Imagine11: Are you sure? You seem a little unsure.
Painterblue13: I’m nervous for some reason but yeah, please come over. I’ll see if I can get someone to go down and let you in. When do you think you’ll be over here?
Imagine11: I can be there in about 20 minutes. What type of books do you like again?
Painterblue13: I like a lot of types. There is a new J.R. Ward book out that I was going to get but didn’t get a chance. I like Poe. Tolkien is awesome and I like a lot of other fantasy stories.
Imagine11: Well, I’m going to be more like 35 minutes but I’ll be there as soon as I can.
Painterblue13: Text me if you can’t get in.
Imagine11: Ok. See you soon.
Painterblue13: See ya.
Suddenly, I’m incredibly nervous. The man who saved my life is coming to see me. What do I do? This room is a mess! I need to clean up. I push the covers off of myself and thank God that I washed earlier today. Standing hurts my ribs but I get up anyways. I put away my books and my art supplies but keep the pencils and paper in close reach. I put away laundry and wipe things down determined to not let the pain force me back to bed. I must have lost track of time because I hear a knock on the door. I walk over to the door, nervousness coming back in full force, and open it. My mouth threatens to drop. This man is sexy. He’s in a brown corduroy jacket, jeans, and a cream turtle neck with a burgundy, brown and dark green striped scarf. His blonde hair is in a ponytail and pulled over one shoulder and his green eyes are staring at me from behind his thin, plastic rimmed glasses.
“You’re supposed to be laying in bed” he says to me so I know it must be Charlie. I wave him in and shut the door behind him. I hobble my way over to the bed and give an inward sigh when I lay down. This hurts a lot less even if it does suck more. “I brought you this.” I look over and see a Borders bag in his outstretched hand. I pull out the new J.R. Ward book Lover Mine.
You shouldn’t have. It was expensive. I sign without thinking.
It’s your get well present.
I smile and look back down until I realize he knows ASL. I look back up at him and he seems to have read my surprise because he signs, My sister is deaf so I know sign language very well. Surprised?
Yes.
Well, do you like it? The book I mean.
Very, very much. I sign with a smile.