Riley didn't know what day it was. He remembered Sky yelling. He than remembered a car. And then pain. More pain then he ever had experienced. Last thing he remembered was the sound of distant sirens.
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Light stung his eyelids, but he didn't have the energy to open them. The beeping of monitors reached his ears, but in his delirious state they sounded like the windchimes on the patio of his and Skyler's favorite Mexican restaurant. Skyler! Where was Skyler?
Having something to focus on, Riley got the courage to collect his thoughts. He began to make out two distinct voices. One was new, with a light accent. Italian maybe? The other was Sky's. Beautiful, wonderful, Sky. He slowly peeled his eyelids back, just enough to see through a crack.
There he was, in all his glory. Beautiful, wonderful, ever-forgiving Sky. And some olive skinned dude with black hair. But more importantly Sky! It was like looking at an angel. Riley slowly bunched up his hand. It must have knocked something off the bed, because there was a crash and both men turned towards Riley.
Sky moved with inhuman speed, and wrapped Riley in a hug. After enjoying the moment, Riley squeaked out, "I can't breath." Sky jumped back apologized profusely. Both boys resumed their embrace, and wept.