s. moore is the son of rage and love (onemooretime) wrote in feelsfeelsfeels, @ 2015-08-29 15:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | caelan porter, chicago sings, morter, skylar moore |
thread || 16.08.15
SUMMER VACATION; further aftermath of this
Despite Mr. Porter's constant dismissals and warnings to stop coming back, Skylar made sure to visit Caelan regularly at the hospital throughout his recovery. True, some days he didn't make it past the visiting room, when Knox would shake his head as if to say, no, he still doesn't remember, but he was trying. He wanted to be there for Caelan, even if Cae still didn't know how much they mean - meant? - to one another. Being at Caelan's side was more important than his own pain and heartache, and, in the event that Caelan's memories never returned, Skylar couldn't bear the thought of losing him entirely. Even if Cae never loved him again, he wanted the other boy to know that he was there for him, that he could be a trusted friend.
It was getting a little easier, a month into it all, because at least there was a spark of recognition in the other boy's eyes when Skylar would walk through the door, even if it was only from seeing him so frequently over the previous month. It was better than the sorrow and guilt that had been swirling in Cae's eyes when he had first admitted that he couldn't remember him. He had been trying so hard not to pressure the other boy, understanding that his mental state was delicate, but had still tried to bring Cae's memories back a few times; had tried showing him videos of the band, pictures of them, retelling some of the stories of their relationship. It never seemed to do more than frustrate Caelan and make his head hurt, and Sky always left feeling guilty and more heartbroken than when he'd arrived.
Today, he wasn't planning on doing any of that. He just wanted to enjoy whatever time he and Caelan would be given without doing something to ruin it. Even when Cae couldn't remember anything, he was always happier when they simply hung out, and Sky could almost pretend like things were normal for an hour or two. It was with that in mind that he stepped into the blond's hospital room shortly after getting off work for the afternoon.
"Hey, Cae," he greeted, offering the boy in question a small smile as he moved further into the room, "How are you feeling today?"