I Can See the Pain Living in Your Eyes

Damien's P.O.V

*At The Hospital*

'Okay thanks Derek' I whispered.
'It's nothing really' Derek replied and squeezed my hand. 'Now I gotta go, ok?' he continued.
'Yes, thank you'
'I'll come back tomorrow to see you' he said with is hand still on mine, petting it gently.
'You don't have to. I'll probably get out tomorrow or so'
'I insist'
Why was he so worried about me?
Why was he acting like this? After all he did... I can't understand.
'Ok' I gave him a weak smile.
'We'll be back tomorrow' Jasmine said kissing my forehead.
'Thank you Jasmine' I said to her, lifting my hand and trying to find hers. She reached mine and squeezed it.
'What are you thanking me for Damien?'
'For being here... You're my only friend' I replied letting a tear escape my eyes.
'Don't cry Damien!' she said as I felt her finger touch my tear. 'You don't need to thank me and you can always count on me!'
Her words made me feel so good. It's good to have someone there for a change.

3rd Person's P.O.V

Derek and Jasmine left Damien's room and made their way to Derek's car.
While getting in and driving Derek couldn't help but to feel guilty. He knew it was his fault too. He had taken a part in what had happened.
Feeling guilt take over him, he made a promise to himself. 'I'm not gonna let anyone hurt him anymore. I'll protect him' he thought.

Damien's P.O.V

*Next Morning*

'... So you can go today Damien' the doctor said. 'But you'll not be going to school for at least 2 weeks'
'That's fine by me' I replied.
'Damien...' my mom said in a warning tone.
'Sorry mom, but I can't deal with school right now' I replied sadly.
'It's gonna be okay baby' my om said kissing my cheek.
'A nurse is gonna help you get ready while your mother signs some papers, is that ok Damien?' the doctor asked.
'Yes' I answered.
'Hello Damien' a female voice said.
'Hi'
'Let's get you cleaned and dressed, shall we?'
I nodded and she started taking my clothes off slowly. She cleaned me and dressed me with fresh clothes that my mom had brought.

*10 Minutes Later*

The doctor said that I should leave the hospital in a wheel chair but I refused to do so. I wanted to leave by my own feet... That was before I realized how hard it was for me to walk.
My ribs hurt and that made me feel sick and dizzy. I can confess that if it wasn't for my mom, that was helping me, I would have felt to the ground at the first step I took.
'Are you okay?' my mom asked.
'Y-yeah' I stuttered.
'You don't seem to Damien'
'I'm fine'
'Maybe we should stop and get you a wheel chair...'
'No!' I said 'I'm fine!'
'You're a stubborn kid, aren't you?' I heard a different voice say.
'Derek?' I questioned.
'Noo, Santa! Of course it is me silly! Here, let me help you' he said as I felt my body being lifted.
Was he really carrying me?
He must have noticed the surprise in my face, because he started speaking.
'What's wrong?' he asked.
'N-nnothing!' I replied as I placed my head in his chest.
It felt kinda right and good to be in his arms like this.
'Thank you Derek' my mom said.
'It's okay Mrs. Silva. I saw that he was in pain, so I had to help'
'He is a stubborn boy, you know!' my mom continued.
'Moooom!' I complained. 'I'm not stubborn!'
'Stop being a silly little boy Damien!' she said.
I shut my mouth and placed my head on Derek's chest once again.

'Here we are' my mom said. 'I'm just gonna open the car'
'Okay' Derek replied.
I heard the door open and Derek spoke once again.
'How am I gonna put him there without hurting him?'
'I don't know dear' my mom answered.
'I'm gonna try not to hurt you Damien'
'It's okay' I replied to him as I felt my body getting lower and I started to feel the slight pain on my ribs, but I didn't said anything, I just let him put me on the car seat.
'Are you ok?' he asked.
'Yeah' I lied.
'Thank you Derek' my mom thanked.
'You're welcome Mrs. Silva'
'Thank you Derek' I thanked too.
I felt him get close to me and whisper on my ear.
'I'll take care of you. I'll protect you' he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and I felt him get up. 'My sister told me to give you a kiss for her. She couldn't come, but she says she's going to see you later'
'She doesn't have to' I replied.
'Yeah, but she wants to. I'll come with her too, to see you'
'Kay'
'Well, I'm going now. Take care of him Mrs. Silva and if something happens, please call me!'
'I will Derek, thank you for everything dear!'
'And Damien, don't behave like a stubborn little boy. Do what your mom says!'
'Fine' I said stubbornly.
We said our goodbyes and my mom drove to our house.

*Next Morning*

I was in my room when I heard someone knock at my door.
'Come in!' I said.
The door opened and the person got in slowly. I heard the footsteps getting closer to my bed and someone sat down beside me.
'Hey stubborn boy!' I heard Derek whisper on my ear.
'You scared me!' I said.
'Sorry' he apologized. 'How are you today?'
'I'm good. I'll survive!' I replied sadly.
'Don't be sad please... I'll be here. I'll protect you, remember?'
'Yeeah, thanks'
'I know that this is not a good time... but... we have a project to make Damien...'
'Yeah, I know'
'Sooo... How do you...' he stopped.
'How do I what?'
'You know... huuhmm... you're blind'
'I know, but thanks for the reminder' I said coldly.
'No, please don't get me wrong Damien!' It's just that... you can't see... and we have to make this'
'I know Derek. But I do watch movies, you know? I don't watch them like you do, but I watch'
'And what do you like?' he said changing subject.
'I love Star Wars'
'You do?!' he asked excitedly.
'Yeah!'

3rd Person's P.O.V

Damien and Derek talked for hours.
They discovered that they had more in common that they thought.
At night Derek went home and Damien felt a suddenly wave of loneliness.
Lying in his bed, he cuddled his pillow until he drifted to sleep.

In the morning his mom came to his room and waked him up.
'Wake up baby' she said.
The boy sleepily replied that he needed 'five more minutes'.
Having to go to work his mother informed him that she had left his breakfast on the table and food on the microwave for his lunch.
He nodded to her, not caring much about what she was saying.
She gave him a kiss on his forehead and wished him a good day, adding that if he should call her if he eventually needed her help.
Once his mother left him, Damien got out of his bed and made his way to the bathroom, turning on the water and taking a quick shower.
Five minutes later he went downstairs to take his breakfast and once he was done he returned to his room once again. He laid on his bed and closed his eyes falling asleep.

Damien's P.O.V

I was sleeping when I heard the doorbell ring. I got up from my bed slowly, because I was still sore, and made my way downstairs to the door.
'Who's there?' I asked.
'It's Santa' I heard the other person say.
Wait a minute, was it Derek? Wasn't he supposed to be at school or something?
'Derek?'
'Of course! Can you open the door please?' he asked me impatiently.
'Huuhm sure! Wait a minute though' I replied as I began to unlock the door.
'Hey!' he greeted me.
'Hi'
'So what were you doing?'
'Sleeping' I replied as I heard the door close.
'Sorry for waking you up' he apologized.
'It's ok. Weren't you suppose to be at school anyway?'
'Yeah... But I didn't felt like going. I wanted... to be... here instead'
'Oook...'
'What?!'
Uhhm, nothing'
'Well, what do you want to do then?' he asked.
'Dunno... sleep?'
'Uaauh... Someone's grumpy' he said laughing.
'Sorry'
'We can watch a movie' he said excitedly.
'Sure'
'I brought Star Wars and popcorn. Do you like popcorn'
'Yeah, love it actually' I smiled.
'Okay, can I use your microwave?'
'Yep'

*About 2 Hours Later*
I started to feel sleepy so I let my head fall to Derek's shoulder.
'Are you sleepy?'
'No'
'Okay' he replied laughing.
I slowly let my eyes shut and fell asleep for the gazillionth time.

When I woke up I could no longer feel Derek's body, but in his place a soft pillow.

*1 Week Later*

I haven't slept too well lately.
I can't manage myself to forget about Derek, there's something about him that makes me feel safe and good.
The more time I spend with him, the more I fall in love and the worst part is that I can't help it.