Signs of Life

I stepped into the room. Evan lay on the hospital bed, his head and ribs bandaged up.

"Hey Evan." I said as I sat down in a chair near the bed. "Are you feeling okay?"

The room was hospital average. A TV mounted in the corner, a table near the bed held the remote and a lamp. It could have been a hotel room except for the smell of medicine and the mechanical bed that could be raised and lowered with the press of a button. Evan himself was pale, his red thatch of hair standing out starkly against all the white. His face wasn't scrunched in pain anymore and I decided that yes, it was very attractive.

"Been better." He replied after some hesitation. I nearly cried in relief to hear his voice, he hadnt replied to anything I'd said since I met him. It seemed like forever ago.

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