True Love's Kiss

Two men stood outside the hospital, staring morosely over the carpark, a wary tension between them. Alex held a cold pack to his face, and Michael had one across his knuckles.

"We're friends," said Alex, gingerly touching what would blossom into an impressive black eye.

Michael grunted. He wanted, and also did not want, to ask for details.

Alex did what many guilty people do: he filled the silence.

"I did something stupid," he admitted. "I was having a tough time, and Viv gave me a hug, and... Well I thought she was making a move, you know? So..."

Michael froze in place, like he was built out of icy edges. Glaring with every pore, jaw tight. He flexed his sore hand.

"Look, it doesn't matter, because she stopped it OK? Nothing happened, because she stopped it. She's refused to see me ever since."

He doesn't know. Michael came to this realisation slowly. The guy has no idea she's been dreaming of him, how much he's got under her skin... How much time she's been spending with him inside her head.

"So... you're friends," he said, voice terse. "How good friends?"

Alex shrugged. "Pretty good. We were kids together. Grew apart for a while. Reconnected. You know."

"But you never dated?"

"Nope. Never even kissed. Wasn't on the cards."

Michael stared moodily at his hand. It was starting to swell despite the ice pack.

If when she wakes up, there's going to be that gap, isn't there? Widening. How are we going to get past it? Does it even matter if she doesn't wake up?

"Do you like dogs?" Michael asked.

"Yes..." The conversational whiplash was almost as obvious on his face as the black eye.

"Ever played that game where two people call the dog and see who it runs to?"

They walked back to her hospital room without a word. Michael tried to still his churning gut. Scared this wouldn't work. Scared it would.

This is my fault. I sabotaged the machine, fried her brain and put her in some kind of coma. This might work. It's worth a shot. I owe it to her. If it does works, then we'll figure it out.

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Word count excluding note: 366 Submitted on Monday 1st July at 23:40

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