Kyte stayed at the hospital with Porter all night, Kylie had caved and went home at 11 o’clock. Porter stared at Kyte as he slept. He looked over him, trying to figure out how they knew each other in his past life. All he knew was past Porter was drastically better at making friends then present Porter.
Porter hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep since waking up in the hospital, the gears in his head were turning way too fast for him to relax. He had obviously known about this weird supernatural world before, but he couldn’t understand how he dealt with it. It must have been a shock to have a huge werewolf chasing him down before, or maybe he was braver back then.
As the sky began to fade from black to blue, Kyte stirred in his seat before resettling in another position. Porter felt pain just looking at the angle Kyte was sleeping at, no doubt he would feel it more.
A young nurse with short brown hair and dark skin stepped into the room to check on me. She walked around the bed to take a look at the machine Porter was hooked up to.
“I see you had a nice night sleep.” she joked. He gave her a small smile, just to be polite. He was too out of sorts to find anything funny.
Her eyes shifted towards Kyte, who had begun to snore.
“Great friend you have there.” She said as she changed the drip connected to my arm. “He’s a keeper.”
“I only just met him.” Porter said quietly, suddenly feeling really shy. He brushed his hands through his hair to get it out of his eyes, he was in need of a haircut.
“Even more reason to keep him close.” She clasped her hands together as if to say she had finished what she came to do. “Before I leave, do you have any family members I should call, or do they already know where you are?” she asked kindly.
“No family.” Porter replied simply. If he did have any, he didn’t remember them.
“Okay. Just press the button if you need anything.” She reminded him, giving him a gentle smile before exiting the room.
Porter imagined what his parents would look like. He imagined his mother having light brown hair, the same shade as his, and the same light blue eyes. He imagined his father having the same light olive skin, sprinkled with freckles. His mother would be short, but his father would be tall, Porter would be somewhere in the middle. A clear view of his imaginary family flashed through his mind as if he were seeing a memory of real people. It was solid and very detailed; he even saw a shell bracelet around his mother's thin wrists which triggered a strong sense of recognition in him.
He tried to erase the image from his mind. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. He didn’t want to think about them in case something bad had happened to them or he never found them again.
Porter turned his head towards Kyte, who was sitting up and stretching his arms over his head.
“Morning.” He yawned and smiled at me. “I hope you got a good night sleep.” he twisted his neck, trying to get rid of the pain of sleeping on a dingy hospital chair.
“I slept fine.” Porter lied. He didn’t want him to worry, even though he had only just met him. Calmness washed over Porter as he looked at the serene smile on Kyte’s face.
“You would have been more comfortable if you had just gone home.” Porter said to him as Kyte rubbed his neck.
“It’s fine. Besides, who else would bring you home?” He smiled again. The look in Kyte’s eyes when he looked at Porter astonished him. How could someone look at someone else with such care and loss at the same time?
Two hours later, Kyte was signing Porter out of the hospital. Porter hobbled along beside Kyte as they slowly made their way towards Kyte’s car. Porter was ordered to use crutches to walk for at least two more weeks to let it heal, even though it wasn’t that bad of an injury.
Kyte kept pace with Porter, despite the fact that a snail could have beaten him.
Nobody talked on the way to Porter’s house, though the silence was nice, rather than awkward.
Kyte parked in the driveway and walked to Porter’s side of the car. He effortlessly pulled Porter off his seat and into a standing position, letting Porter place an arm over his shoulders for support as he grabbed his crutches.
The stairs proved difficult. Had Kyte not been there, Porter certainly would have fallen to his death. Porter fumbled for his keys and clumsily opened the door.
“Would you like to come in?” Porter asked. He began to feel confident in his crutch skills, only to stumble a second later. Kyte placed his hands on Porter’s shoulders to stabilise him.
Porter tilted his head upwards to face Kyte, who was at least a foot taller than him. Kyte caught his eyes and Porter drew a deep breath into his lungs. He felt Kyte’s bright brown eyes pulling him in until they were just centimetres apart…