It was surreal.
You remember your legs giving out under your weight and you collapsed to the ground. Paul's voice that last coherent thing you heard, before your body barely recognized the feeling of impacting the floor. The rest was a literal blur.
A voice growing fainter with every passing second continued to call out, saying words you couldn't understand as your body was slowly raising up from the ground. The voice continued speaking for what felt like an eternity before you began to hear other voices and sounds, just as incomprehensible and faded as the first. There was a brief beat of falling again, but then you were raising up only to abruptly fall back down. The ground under you shook as if there was an earthquake - or maybe that was your body shivering from the cold - and more noises and noises slowly reached your brain, like instruments joining in a nightmarish symphony.
A sting against your skin, more rattling from the ground, a strange humming-like noise... You had no idea what was going on around you; all you knew was that you were terrified by what might happen. You continued to lie there in silence, all of the sensations slowly dulling into what could be the equivalent to white-noise, before the world once again game alive with noise and touch. More noises than before swarmed your mind as you were eventually moved once again, barely recognizing a pinch in your arm.
Hours passed, and then your heard something. In your comatose state, it was noting more than incoherent babble, along with something wrapping around your body, soon accompanied by more sounds. You weren't certain, but there was a moment where you though something touched your face. Now you were left alone once again. The noises that once kept you company had vanished and you couldn't feel anything.
If you were capable of it, you would've cried and curled up into the smallest ball possible. What would your friends do when they saw you like this? What would your parents do? Were they even aware that you were probably dying? Someone must've told them by now. How could you ever face them again? How could you face yourself?
You didn't know what was happening to you or what was going to happen to you, you didn't know where you were, you didn't even know what time it was. But you knew for certain one thing.
You only had yourself to blame.
It wasn't anybody else's fault. Not Paul, not Erin, no one save for yourself. You drowned your sadness and pity jealousy in alcohol, letting your obsessions slowly eat you from the inside-out. Paul only wanted to help you, and you simply pushed him away - too proud and too stubborn to let him do anything more than ask questions.
If drowning in self-pity was possible, you would've died days ago.
But it's not like you had an unfair life. You had tons of friends, a loving family, a successful job, and you were able to visit different parts of the world and meet so many people because of that job. You may not have gotten the love you wanted, but you had the best friend anyone could ever ask for. The corners of your mouth slowly twitched up into a nostalgic smile.
It took a moment for you to realize that you could actually feel your mouth, but once you realized that you had control over your body again, you slowly opened your eyes.
You were tired.
Every muscle in your body was void of any feeling, left with the weight of a stone brick, and more than anything you wanted to close your eyes and let yourself relax, but you forced your eyes open more. The first thing you noticed was the splitting pain in your head as you stared up at the luminescent lights hanging above your head. The air smelled of rubbing alcohol and you could faintly hear the beeping of that what you assumed was a heart monitor. Despite the borderline-painful numbness in your body, you could feel a slight itch in your legs where the hospital sheets shifting over your body as you tried to look around. Your head felt too heavy to turn, but you could still see the beams of what looked like late-daylight coming into the windows to your left, and smiled. At least, you thought you smiled.
Your eyes wandered to your right, and widened when you instantly noticed Paul fast asleep beside you, his hands wrapped around your right one as he sat in a rather uncomfortable-looking chair and rested his head in the sheets. Feeling your heartbeat quicken, you tried to say something, but all that came out was a strangled jumble of static.
You mentally swore.
Your gaze wandered down to your hand and you tested your muscles, which let your fingers slowly squeeze around his in some attempt to wake him up.
"...P-Paul," you coughed out weakly, feeling his hand squeeze back.
He grumbled and stirred, slowly lifting himself into a less hunched-over position, though he still had a bit of a slouch.
"...Paul?" you tried again, slowly recovering your voice with each try.
The second attempt was enough for Paul to understand his current situation, you could tell from the way he instantly froze as he was in the middle of rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He slowly looked, allowing you to properly see each other, and you chuckled at his dumbfounded expression.
"Um... Hi," you finally said, your voice still a little shaky and faint.
You could feel his grip on your hand slowly squeeze just a little tighter, and he swallowed a knot in his throat. But before he could say or do anything else, you heard the sound of rapid footsteps and suddenly a nurse was beside you.
"Ah, you're finally awake," he smiled at you as Paul silently moved away from you, allowing the nurse to examine the nearby machines.
"Am I in a hospital?" you asked.
"Yes, you are," the man answered, eventually moving away from the machines and properly facing you, "You were suffering from alcohol poisoning and you're currently in the Intensive Care Unit,"
You groaned as you slowly came to understand each and every word that the left the nurse's mouth. Intensive Care Unit... How pathetic.
"We'll need to run a few tests," he continued, "But beyond that you'll be well enough to leave by tomorrow,"
"Alright," you sighed, running your free hand through your hair, "Um.. Can I have some water?"
"Of course. Do you want anything to eat?"
"No thanks, just the water,"
The nurse nodded his head and walked off, leaving you with Paul and an unbearable silence. You sat in the bed, hand nervously fiddling with the hem of the sheet, while Paul merely sat beside you. The two of you continued to sit in silence, even after the nurse returned with a styrofoam cup of water, until you finally sighed and turned your attention to the windows.
"(Name)," Paul began, causing you to break out of your silent trance, "Can you... please talk to me?"
You refused to shift your gaze from the windows, but you could vaguely notice his expression in the reflection - brows knitted together in concern and confusion.
"I just want to help you," he explained with a sigh. Paul sat there patiently hoping that you'd answer his request, but all he received was silence. It seemed that he wouldn't be learning anything from you.
You continued to brood silently beside Paul, occasionally looking back and forth between him and the slowly setting sun. Finally after what felt like hours worth of waiting, you let out a irritated sigh.
There are times you drive me, shall we say bananas
"I wish you didn't always try and help me," you finally said, breaking the almost trance-like silence surrounding the two of you. Paul looked up from his hands, startled by the sudden outburst, though he didn't say anything. Instead, he waited silently while you tried to come up with the next few words to say.
And your mind is missing, no offense, a screw
"I just don't get it," you continued, nervously playing with the hem of the sheets, "The nurse said I'll be fine, you've probably got a ton of other work to do, and, until recently, I've been treating your horribly, but you're still here asking if you can help me,"
You laugh softly as you brushed a hair out of your face.
Still whatever mess I land in
Who is always understandin?
"You're either the best friend I could ever ask for, the world's most gullible idiot,"
For a moment, you were terrified that you had gone and ruined any chances at a normal friendship ever again, but when you saw the slight smile on Paul you knew that the joke was well-received.
"I guess I'm just wondering,"
Nobody else but you
"Why are you so nice to me?"
Paul looked at you, examining the confusion and borderline-frustration in your face before he finally leaned back in his chair. He ran a hand through his hair while you waited for his answer.
Oh your moodiness is now and then bewilderin'
"Well," he began, "These past few days haven't exactly been easy on me. Especially after that whole Valentine's Day mess,"
He watched as you seemed to wince and slink under the covers - just slightly, but slight enough for him to notice. It seemed as that he hit a nerve with that last statement.
And your values may be, so to speak, askew
"I could tell that you were upset because of something," he gave you a bit of a smirk, "People tend to notice when something's wrong with their friends. But when you refused to tell me anything, I just got more and more frustrated with you,"
Who deserve's a trophy
As we face each catastrophe?
"I mean... I'm so used to having you be happy, even when you're being quiet, and seeing you like that bothered me. I know I shouldn't have tried to force you to explain everything, but I just wanted to know if there was something I could do,"
Paul noticed you slowly shift into a more upright position, seeming to cling to every word he said.
Nobody else but you
"I care about you," he laughed softly.
You looked up to him as he gave you a genuine smile - something you hadn't seen in the past few days. Something in you caused you to smile back and you couldn't help but laugh a little.
Nobody else but you
"I'm really sorry for being such a baby," you sighed, trying to cool the growing heat in your face.
"It's alright," he said, "I'm sorry for being so nosy,"
It's just our luck
We're stuck together
"Yeah, but I could've at least given you a little explanation," you shrugged.
"But it wasn't my place to try and get you to tell me," he smirked. You couldn't help but give him a bit of a glare, and he glared right back.
"Would you quit it?" you laughed, grabbing the pillow and playfully smacking him in the face with it, "I'm trying to be the bigger person here!"
"But I thought I'm the taller one," he answered. You couldn't help but give a dramatic groan and shove your face into the pillow.
"You're a dumb-ass," you mumbled.
Nobody else but you
Though the pillow covered your ears, you could still hear Paul laugh softly as he placed his hands on yours and lowered the pillow from your face.
"I guess I should let the others know that you're alright?" he suggested.
"Yeah," you answered, "It's probably a good idea,"
It's crazy enough to believe we'll come through
The next half-hour was spent alongside Paul as the two of you received calls from the entire Yogscast, listening to concerned questions and chastising insults. You can't recall how, but you and Paul somehow managed to convince the others to wait until tomorrow to come visit and pick you two up.
Soon enough, the sun had completely vanished from sight while the moon was high above your head - higher than the windows could allow you to see - and before you could stop yourself, a tired yawn crawled its way out of your throat. You quickly covered you mouth, feeling your skin burn against your hands, the sound of Paul laughing causing you to blush even harder.
"Shut up!" you snapped, taking the pillow and hitting him again.
"You're lucky your stuck in that hospital bed!" he laughed, "Otherwise I'd have taken this chair cushion and destroyed you,"
"Yeah, yeah," you shrugged, taking the pillow and wedging it between the mattress and your head, allowing your eyes to slowly close.
"Are those bed actually comfortable?"
"I guess," you shrugged, not bothering to open your eyes, "It's the company that makes it comfortable,"
"Now let me sleep,"
So your jokes are all, let's face it, prehistoric
The next day, you woke up just a little bit before noon, and the first thing you noticed was Paul sitting beside you, talking on his phone with an obvious look of terror. You only had a second to try and wonder to yourself before he soon noticed that you were awake.
"H-Hang on," he stuttered out, "She's, um... she's right here,"
He quickly pulled the phone away from his face and practically tossed it to you. You didn't even stop to ask questions before putting the phone to your ear.
"What is going on over there?!" an all-too-familiar voice screamed from the other side of the speaker, "You're in the hospital!? What happened? Was there an accident?!"
It was your mother
And your music sounds like monkeys in a zoo
"C-Calm down, Mom," you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration, "Everything is just fine, I just got a little sick, that's all,"
"Sick people don't get put in the ICU! That's it! You're father and I are coming right over!"
"Th-That's not necessary," you nervously stuttered out, "I mean... The doctors said that I can leave today,"
But when life becomes distressin'
Who will I be S.O.S'n?
You continued to sit as your mother continued to scream while you nervously tried to stutter out excuses and explanations, before Paul quickly grabbed the phone from your grip and holding it to his face.
If you're having trouble guessing, here's a clue
"Hello?" he asked, "It's me, Paul... Yes, I'm with her right now..."
You watched as he continued to converse with your mom, wincing occasionally as you could hear her scream through the phone. You sighed and felt your face grow hot in embarrassment.
"Yes," he nodded, "I completely understand... Alright... Okay... Okay, okay, talk to you later... Bye,"
Though he seems intoxicated
He's just highly animated
He pulled the phone away from his face and quickly turned it off.
"So," you asked, "What'd she say?"
"Well... the important thing is that she loves you," he said with a light chuckle.
"Oh God," you groaned, burying your face in your hands.
And he's nobody else
Nobody else but you
Despite the obvious... inevitable doom your parents were sure to bring down on your soul, the rest of the day passed by smoothly. Within minutes after hearing from your mother, and then praying for a merciful death, a doctor came in and let you and Paul know that you were well enough to leave. They removed the IV from your arm, and gave you a few papers, and said a ton of words that were bound to be long forgotten, before finally concluding that you were fit enough to leave.
"So Kim said that she and Turps would be picking us up," Paul explained.
"Alright then," you shrugged, looking down at the bandages wrapped around you arm where the needle once stuck.
We've turned into
A true-blue duo
"And... are you sure that you'll be fine on your own?"
You looked up to Paul and smiled at his concerned expression.
"I'm sure," you answered, moving the sheets off of your body and sliding your legs over the edge of the bed. You smiled up at him as you felt your feet brush against the cold tiles.
You slowly rested your feet on the floor, a strange feeling settling in your feet before climbing up your legs, before you finally pushed yourself off of the bed. The past few days of recovery had taken a toll on your strength, so putting a sudden weight on your legs made you more than a little unbalanced.
Hard times we've had a few
Of course, Paul was quick to run to your side - as he has been for the past few days - and took hold of your wrists before you could fall. Still, you stumbled right into him, nearly knocking the both of you to the ground.
"Careful," he laughed nervously as you mumbled a soft 'thank's, "Are you sure you're alright being on your own? What if you get sick?"
"I'll be just fine," you smiled, "I mean... you've already done so much for me - I don't want to burden you anymore,"
"Alright then," he sighed, letting go of you, "Shall we leave?"
Like we're thrown in the drink
You walked out of the room with a smile, following the occasionally place signs to leave the ICU. Soon you were standing at the front desk, Kim smiling at you with a bright face as soon as you entered the waiting room. You handed the woman at the desk a few papers you had to fill out, nervously playing with your hands as you waited.
Like we're tossed out of town
"Alright then," the woman said, handing you back the papers, "You're all set. I hope you feel better soon,"
"Thanks," you smiled, knowing she said that same thing to each of the patients that were discharged, but it still made you feel a little better.
But when I start to sink
Hey, I'd rather go down
You all headed to the exit, answering Kim's occasional questions and listening to her excited rambling, when you felt something wrapped around your hands. You looked up in confusion and noticed that Paul had slipped his hand into yours. You couldn't help but smile as the three of you headed out of the exit of the hospital and to Mark, who was standing by his car.
"Shall we go?" He asked, opening the door to the driver's seat and sliding inside.
"Sure thing," you nodded.
With nobody else Y-O-U
"Oh," Kim said, just as the three of you were about to enter the car, "I just remember I've got to tell you something"
"Oh?" Paul asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
"Yeah," she smiled, "It's a secret, so you both need to come in closer,"
"Alright..." you sighed, leaning in alongside Paul.
You and Paul reeled away from the shorter woman, cradling the stinging side of your faces.
"Yeah, your mom asked me to do that,"
You and Paul could simply watch as she made a mad dash for the passenger's seat, the pain in your cheek quickly numbing.
"Let's just go home," you scoffed, quickly sliding into the backseat with Paul following after you.
The trip home was quick and painless, though Kim and Paul kept arguing over which music should be played, but by the time they had finally decided on a station, you had reached your house.
"Alright then," you said, opening the door and stepping out of the car and onto the pavement, "So I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow?"
"Unless you want to take the day off," Mark suggested, "You've been through a lot lately,"
"Alright then," he shrugged, "See you tomorrow,"
You waved with a smile as Mark drove off, his car eventually disappearing from sight.
"Alright then," a voice said from behind you, "Let's get inside before it gets too cold,"
You immediately spun on your heal, nearly falling on your back when you saw Paul standing right behind you.
"What are you doing here?!" you asked.
"I'm here to make sure you don't do anything stupid," Paul answered, taking your sleeve and pulling you towards the front door, "C'mon, I still have the spare key,"
"Wait, wait!" you said, abruptly stopping him mid-rant, "I mean, why are you here? I already said that I can take care of myself,"
"Maybe," he shrugged taking a key from his pocket and unlocking the door.
"Well then why are you here? You don't have to take care of me,"
"I know," he said, opening the door and giving you a smile.
"But I want to. I care about you,"
You were thankful the snow was cooling your face.
"Now, c'mon, let's get inside,"
You could barely gather enough sense to nod your head before stepping inside after Paul.