In His Eyes Chap.13

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In His Eyes Chapter Thirteen

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“Dimitri, we’ve got to go. It’s past visiting hours.” Chris grabbed his jacket as he stood up to leave. I continued to stare blankly ahead, caressing Micah’s arm.

“I know,” I whispered, taking a deep breath and getting up to leave.

It’s been a week since Emily called me that Micah was in the hospital. It has only been a week yet it feels like years for me. We had been apart for two and a half months, but this week has left me lifeless. Not being able to see Micah’s smiling face and twinkling eyes was killing me inside.

The night Emily called me to tell me the bad news; I left the orphanage without a word. At that moment all I wanted was to be beside Micah and hold my beloved’s hand. Emily’s words echoed in my head the entire drive. The uselessness I felt had me nearly in tears as I tried to hit 90mph on a 60mph highway.

“How could this have happened?” I asked myself over and over as I drove back home.

I hadn’t noticed that James was with me until I felt his hand touch my thigh, desperately trying to calm me down. I wanted to brush off his hand, it felt wrong. His touch had been what I wanted just a few hours earlier but now all I wanted was to reach Micah before it was too late.

“Dimitri, stop the car. Let’s switch, you’re in no condition to drive.” James had said but I ignored him. I knew that I would feel bad afterwards but James was becoming a nuisance.

The rest of the drive James and I were silent. I had too much going on in my head to hold a conversation. I knew that James wanted to know what was going on since I hadn’t told him what that call had been about. All he knew was that something really bad had happened and I needed to get home fast. James said he would come with me to calm me down but all he was doing was making me realize all this was a mistake.

I shouldn’t have left town when Micah and I broke up. If I had been there, then he would be alright. If I had been the man he deserved, then he wouldn’t be fighting for his life in a hospital bed right now.

The moment we reached the hospital, I parked the car with shaky hands. My entire body was shaking as I climbed out of the car. What if Micah had died already…?

I shook my head, not wanting to think about it. Happy thoughts, I whispered to myself as I crossed the automatic doors and walked over to the nurses’ station. I was barely aware that James was following close by.

“Hi, I’m looking for a patient, Micah Anderson.” My voice shook at the last name. Fear crept into the pit of my stomach as I waited for the nurse to look through the files. Her eyebrows furrowed as she read something on the computer screen and then glanced up at me.

“What’s your name?”

“Dimitri Sorin,” I swallowed trying to calm down. My fists were clenched and my leg was trembling slightly. I could feel my forehead become damp with cold sweat. What was taking her so fucking long?

“May I see some ID sir?” She raised a brow, not believing me.

“What do you need to see an ID for? He is who he said he is, ma’am.” James said, intervening since I couldn’t talk at the moment. The smell of sterile rooms and death were making my nose prickle and my stomach became sick. I hated hospitals.

“I need to confirm that he’s really who he said he is. I’m going to need your ID, as well.” The nurse turned to James with a determined look on her face.

I reached for my wallet and took out my ID. James did too and handed them both to the nurse. When she saw them and made sure that we were telling the truth, she handed them back and told us the room number.

“The doctor will be in the room when you get there.”

I nodded once and walked over to the elevator, pressing the ‘up’ button with a shaky finger.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean we know the room number, we can come back tomorrow.” James said, caressing my arms up and down in a calming manner. It wasn’t working in the least.

“I need to see him.”

James dropped his hands from my arms and took a step back, “Him?”

The elevator dinged and opened, I walked inside with my eyes glued to the tiled floor. I waited for James to get in the elevator and was thinking that he wasn’t going to, and then he changed his mind in the last second before the elevator’s doors closed.

James sighed and said in a whisper, “Is he really that important?”

I nodded once, my eyes never leaving the floor.

James chuckled humorlessly and leaned against the back wall of the elevator, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The elevator dinged, fifth floor, and the doors opened. I walked out and turned towards the hall leading to the room.

“We’ll talk later,” James whispered as we approached the room.

Emily was sitting just outside the room. She was slumped forward with her head in her hands. My heart contracted painfully in my chest. It can’t be…

“Emily.”

She looked up and I could see the tears run down her cheeks. Her mascara was smudged, making her eyes look dark around the corners. Emily stood and walked over to me. I thought she was going to hug me, but instead she slapped me. The sting of her slap made my cheek burn.

“Where the hell were you?! Why in the fuck did you leave?! He needed you, Dimitri, he fucking needed you!” She kept pounding my chest with her fists, desperately wanting to make some damage.

I hugged her as she struggled to get away. A few minutes later, Emily seemed to have calmed down. Her arms tightened around my waist and she cried on my chest.

“Did he…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence.

Emily shook her head and I felt the air I had been holding leave my lungs in relief.

“The doctor does not know if he’ll make it through the night, though.” She sniffled and pulled away. “Chris is inside, talking to the doctor. I couldn’t stay and… you’re an ass, Dimitri. You’re a fucking ass.” She slapped me on the chest.

Emily looked to my side, “Who are you?” Her brow was raised and I remembered that I wasn’t alone.

“Um, he’s James, my, um-“

“I’m a friend,” James cut me off, walking over and shaking Emily’s hand.

“I’m Emily, nice to meet you.” She glanced at me, not believing what James had said.

“Likewise,” James said with a smile and took a step back. “You should get in there, Dimitri.” He said in a monotone voice. I turned to look at James but he was looking down.

I really am an ass.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the room’s door. A ‘come in’ signaled for me to go in and with one last look at James, I entered the room. Chris was standing to the side, talking to the doctor. A nurse was writing something down on Micah’s chart. She glanced at me and raised a brow. The moment I fully entered the room and took a look at Micah, I felt my entire body ache in a mixture of anger, pain, and regret.

“Good, you’re here,” I heard Chris say, but my eyes were glued on Micah’s tattered body.

I tried to go stand beside Micah, but my legs wouldn’t respond.

“What happened to him?” I said in a whisper loud enough for it to be heard above the beeping sound of the ventilator attached to Micah’s mouth.

The doctor began talking, fixing his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “He was beaten pretty badly. He has two broken ribs where one was nearly piercing his lung, a fractured wrist and nose, fractured tibia, and countless hematomas throughout his body. We fixed the broken ribs, wrist, and tibia. We fear the head trauma may be too much for his brain to handle with the shock his body took on. Right now he is in a medicine-induced coma. In a day or two, we will know if he’s going to make it on his own. For now, I’d say to pray that the head trauma is nothing but a little swelling.”

I clenched and unclenched my fists as I tried to calm down. The more the doctor talked, the worse my anger got. Micah was lying in front of me, helpless. He had been beaten mercilessly. Who would do such a thing?

“Who did it?”

“Excuse me?” The doctor asked.

I turned to look at Chris, knowing that he would tell me the truth. “Who did this to him?”

Chris looked at me, hesitating, and took a breath. “It’s useless to look for him, Dimitri.”

My jaw tightened, “Who is he?” I narrowed my eyes, glaring at Chris. All I need is one name. One name and a few minutes alone with him would do me fine. Micah had been helpless and the guy who did this had taken advantage of that. I wouldn’t be the same.

Chris ran a hand through his hair, “Xavier.”

My eyes widen at the name. Xavier had done this to Micah. He had beaten the man he loved…? Xavier had beaten Micah, almost killing him, and he was going to get away with it. I walked past Chris and the doctor and stormed out of the room. Chris was yelling something behind me and Emily was too. I couldn’t hear any of it. I needed to find the son of a bitch and make him pay.

“Dimitri, stop! Where in the fuck are you going?!” James stopped me, half tackling me onto the wet grass. I hadn’t realized I had made it outside the hospital already. My mind was blocked and all I was thinking about was of making Xavier pay.

“Get off me,” I pushed James aside and got up just to be tackled down again. “Get the fuck off me!” I decked James and he stumbled to the ground. My chest was raising and falling rapidly as I stared at James, his lip bleeding.

James spat on the grass and looked at me, “Is this what you’re going to do? Beat the guy to a pulp so you can go to jail and not be there when Micah wakes up?”

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at James.

“Think about it, Dimitri. Beating the guy is hardly payback if you’re going to end up behind bars.”

“I’m not going to beat him.”

James laughed humorlessly, “Alright, you’re not going to beat the guy. I hardly think killing him will do you any good. You’re a good guy, Dimitri, don’t stoop to that level.

What the guy did to Micah was cowardly and damn wrong, but you cannot make it better. The only way you can handle shit right now is to go back in that room and sit by Micah’s side. All you can do right now is waiting for him to wake up. Going off on a killing spree will only keep you away from Micah.”

I ran a hand through my hair, “So what do I do? I’m not going to let him get away with it.” The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to pummel Xavier six feet under.

“You’ll wait until Micah wakes up and then decide what you’re going to do, together. I doubt the guy’s going to get away with it. It’s all a matter of time.” James smiled, his lip was still bleeding. I noticed that his eyes had been teary the entire time. I walked over and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, James.”

James sniffled against my chest and sighed, “Go back in there and hold his hand. He needs you, Dimitri.”

I haven’t seen James since the day I came back home. We keep in touch but only as friends. He tells me that people at the orphanage miss me, but I know he’s mainly talking about himself. I wish I could return his feelings, but I can’t lie to myself anymore. Micah is the one I love and will always love.

Chris pushed me to the door and we left the hospital. Micah wasn’t in the medicine-induced coma anymore, however, when the doctors took him off the ventilator Micah didn’t react. His body had really fallen into a coma that only time could tell if he was going to wake up or not. I glanced back at the hospital and closed my eyes, fighting back unshed tears. Chris drove towards his house, since Emily didn’t feel comfortable with me being by myself. She feared that I would have a psycho moment and go off in search for Xavier.

We had called the cops and they had gone to Xavier’s house just to find it empty. Xavier was nowhere to be found, but I knew he would resurface sooner or later.

We arrived at Chris’s house and I numbly walked inside the house and plopped down on the couch. Even if I lay down I wouldn’t sleep. I had a hard time falling asleep knowing that Micah was between life and death. Every time I closed my eyes, nightmares would wake me up in the middle of the night. I’d rather have sleep deprivation than put up with another nightmare about Micah dying.

I looked at the clock and sighed, it was ten thirty at night. Tomorrow, I would be at the hospital at eight in the morning and leave at ten again. I remember one of the nurses giving me shit because I stayed past visiting hours more than once. She kept telling me that no one was allowed in Micah’s room except for family. I did all but threaten to break into the room to see Micah. The nurse had called the doctor and he said it was okay for me to be inside the room. I know the nurse doesn’t like me very much, but no one’s going to keep me from seeing Micah.

“Hey, D’, Damien’s here.” Chris called out to me from the front door.

Shit.

I hadn’t exactly called my brother to tell him that I was back. I had been too busy at the hospital to pay attention to anything else.

Damien and Chris walked into the living room, and I swallowed nervously the moment I say Damien’s face.

“Hey, bro,” he said with an attitude. He was mad.

“Well, I’ll leave you two alone. Don’t destroy my house, alright?” Chris said before walking out of the living room, leaving me with a very mad Damien.

Damien took a seat in front of me and just stared ahead. I didn’t know what to say. Every time I had a problem I would go to my brother, but this time I had kept everything to myself. I had been going through it all by myself. Seeing Damien reminded me that I wasn’t alone and it made my chest tighten in a comfortable way.

After a few long and nervous minutes, I decided to speak first. “Look, Damien-“

He raised his hand to stop me, “I just have a question. Are you going to stay or leave when he wakes up?”

“I’m staying.”

Damien nodded and remained quiet. A minute later, he got up from the couch, walked towards me and smacked me on the back of the head.

“What the fuck was that for?” I rubbed the back of my head.

“For making Drake sick with worry and not calling us the moment you were back in town.”

I glared up at Damien, “Now stand up and give your big brother a hug before I smack the back of your head again.” I smiled a bit and hugged Damien.

We were quiet for a few minutes and then he asked me to tell him everything that had happened. The more I told him what had happened to Micah, the more I felt at fault. If I hadn’t left, then Micah wouldn’t have gone to Xavier in the first place. I would ask for forgiveness till the day I died.

“Ah, I knew that guy was a menace from the moment I met him.” Damien mumbled, gritting his teeth.

“You met Xavier?” My brother nodded and told me what he had been up to while I was gone. I was glad to hear that he at least had gotten to know Micah a bit. Damien told me that Micah had been the one to stop calling them over, so when Xavier came into the picture no one said anything about it. Now I’m sure everyone regretted ever leaving Micah alone with him.

“The guy’s has about a hundred pound of muscle and three or four inches in height on Micah, no wonder the poor guy’s in the hospital.”

I glared at Damien and he mumbled ‘sorry’. I knew what he said was right, but it still didn’t make it okay.

“Have you guys found the guy?” I shook my head, a sad look taking over my mood. It was more like a mixture of sadness and anger, to be honest.

Damien grunted in disgust and leaned back against the couch. “We’ll find him, Dimitri, and when we do he’ll regret ever touching Micah.”

I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill at my brother’s words. I nodded and took a deep breath. I had become more emotional than before, but I was alright with it. Somehow I was starting to understand what Micah had meant when he told me I needed to grow up. What pissed me off was that I was beginning to grow up at Micah’s expense.

Micah, please wake up soon.