Buttercup Meets Romance Chap.2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters; but I do own the storyline that they are in.

When I got to the hospital the doctor told me that along with my broken ankle I had a mild concussion and needed to stay the next two days to make sure my concussion didn't get any worse. (Great stuck in a place that gives bored to death a whole new meaning) I was in my hospital bed as the door opens to show my parents and older brothers; I knew what my mother was going to say before she even said it. "Why did you do something so reckless you could have been seriously hurt? You can't skateboard for two whole months." says my moms with a stern face while my dad was doing thumbs up behind her, my brothers were snickering behind my dad at my punishment. After they talked to the doctor my family left to go home, next to visit me in my prison was Miyako and Momoko carrying a get well basket full of goodies. We talked and joked till visiting hours were over and they had to leave. Now I'm stuck in a room with nothing to do and only stupid stuff on the TV, after flipping through all the channels I turned it off in frustration that's when a nurse came in to make sure everything is okay opens my window then leaves. I guess she thought no one could get in from the 20 floor, and it was letting in a nice breeze that was starting to make me doze off. I was all most asleep when a noise from my window made me jump a little, I look over and there crawling through the window was Butch with a small bouquet of red roses and a cute little tiger plush in his hands.  When he got through the window he landed flat on his face and it made me have to cover my mouth to mask my laughter so as not to alert the nurses. He looks up when he hears my muffled giggles; I tried not to laugh harder when I see that his whole face is beet red. Butch stands up and walks to the side of my bed, he shuffles from one foot to the other till he finally looks me in the eyes and holds out the two items he had in his hands. I smile and take them from him, he was about to turn around and leave when I grabbed his sleeve "could you stay with me a little longer I'm about to die from boredom." I say when he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. He nods his head then takes a seat on the edge of my bed, "so how bad are your injuries?" he asks while looking at his hands. "I have a broken ankle and a mild concussion they say that I had to stay here for two days to make sure that the concussion doesn't get any worse." I say while watching him taking note of how he flinches when I said broken and how his face gives a look of guilt at the word concussion.  I put a hand on his knee to get his attention, when he looks at me I smile and say "it wasn't your fault I was cocky and lost my grip, there was nothing you could have done to prevent it from happening." He gives me a broken smile that makes my chest hurt where my heart was, then he patted my hand that was on his knee. "I know but I still keep thinking what if I hadn't of said what I did at the arcade would you have not gotten hurt or would you have gotten injuries far worse then what you have now." He says with a serious expression on his face. I grab his face and when I'm sure he's looking me in the eyes I say "it's not healthy to dread on what ifs in live, for the present time in your life gives you enough to worry about as it is." A genuine smile graces his face as he brings his hands up to cover mine; we stare into each other's eyes for what feels like an eternity when he looks toward the door I look and in the silence I hear footsteps coming toward my door.  He stands up and moves toward my window, I look at him with pleading eyes for him to stay but he just gives me a heartbroken smile as the door opens and he jumps out the window and flies away. The nurse enters and walks up checks my vitals then closes my window, locking it then leaves through the door once more. I look toward the window as a tear rolls down my cheek, I could only wish he will return tomorrow night for my heart to stop aching and the tears to stop their flow down my face.