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Third Person POV

Title woke up feeling gloomy but of course that was no surprise to himself seeing how he was confined in his hospital bed, his left wrist still attached to an IV bag hanging from a metal pole.

He kept kicking himself mentally for not telling Cooheart what was on his mind and in his heart. What if neither one of them made it through the day and Cooheart never got to know.

Title shook his head. What a ridiculous thought. Cooheart was nowhere near dying and Title himself was now strong enough to sit up in bed and eat soft food.

For some reason Cooheart never asked the nurse to wheel him to his room as he had expected, and it was evening now. He didn't think Cooheart was going to visit him now.

After gloomily eating his dinner which consisted of a bowl of rice porridge, a cup of applesauce and a strawberry jello, he decided to press the call button.

When the nurse came, he asked her if she could assist him into a wheelchair and then push him to the adjacent room.

Title had decided that he was going to confess to Cooheart and if he didn't feel the same way, tough luck. Title was willing to take the risk of rejection. That was how intense his feelings were for Cooheart.

When the nurse came into Title's room, Title asked her if he could be assisted to a wheelchair and go visit his friend next door. The nurse said yes, she could assist him to do so but first she announced that she was going to disconnect the IV bag from Title's wrist. Now that his antibiotic dose was finished and now that he could take in food he no longer needed the dextrose solution to keep him hydrated. The nurse congratulated him on his fast recovery. Title was grateful to know that and at the same time he was excited and nervous to see Cooheart and to talk to him.

With the nurse's assistance, Title settled himself into the wheelchair that the nurse brought him and with a fast beating heart Title waited as he and the nurse made their way to the adjacent room.

After a brief knock, the nurse turned the door knob and pushed the door wide open. She started wheeling Title inside but suddenly Title said "Stop!" to the nurse, "take me back to my room!"

Title and the nurse had interrupted Nicky and Cooheart's tight embrace.

Cooheart quickly withdrew from Nicky's arms and cried out, "Title, no! Don't go! Please!"

Title whispered urgently to the nurse, "Bring me back to my room quickly! Please!"

"Nurse! Help!" Nicky cried out as Cooheart forced himself out of his bed and tried to stand up but his weak legs couldn't hold his weight and Nicky was barely holding him up.

The nurse left Title's wheelchair and ran over to Cooheart and Nicky.

"You shouldn't get out of bed by yourself!" she scolded Cooheart, "if your friend had not been here you could have ended up on the floor and hurt yourself."

"He's not just a friend, apparently," Title grumbled from his wheelchair.

"Please, I would like to talk to him," Cooheart said to the nurse while pointing at Title.

"Both of you seem too agitated to have a normal conversation right now," said the nurse, "I suggest that you wait until both of you have calmed down."

"Nurse," Title called out from the doorway, "I feel really tired right now. Please bring me back to my room."

The nurse and Nicky assisted Cooheart back to his bed and then the nurse walked back to Title and pushed him out the door.

Nicky and Cooheart were quiet for a good amount of time after they were left to themselves.

Just before Title and the nurse had come in, Nicky was already saying his goodbye to Cooheart and Cooheart had been giving Nicky a grateful hug. Title had seen it of course and had jumped to all the wrong conclusions.

"Before I go, I would like to ask you something," Nicky said, looking intently at Cooheart.

Cooheart looked away, as if afraid of what Nicky's question was going to be.

"Cooheart, tell me please, is Title your boyfriend?" Nicky's heart was in his throat as he waited for Cooheart to answer.

It turned out that Nicky did not have to wait too long for Cooheart's answer.

"No," Cooheart replied, "we are just very close friends. We have been friends since childhood."

Nicky was temporarily relieved by Cooheart's answer. Yes, temporarily, because something else occurred in Nicky's mind after Cooheart gave his reply. Were they friends but then were they friends who were secretly in love with each other? Would this near death experience push them into confessing their feelings to each other? Was Title planning to confess to Cooheart this evening if Nicky had not happened to be present when he came into the room?

All these thoughts circled dizzyingly in Nicky's mind, making him sadder and sadder by the second. Should he dare to ask Cooheart if Cooheart  was in love with Title? Would Cooheart admit it to Nicky?

Nicky decided that he didn't want to know. He felt that it would be too much for him to bear if he was told by Cooheart that he loved Title. Nicky was willing to be kept in the dark regarding Cooheart's feelings for Title.

"I have to go now," Nicky announced to Cooheart.

Cooheart made a move to hug Nicky again but Nicky moved quickly towards the door.

"Will I see you again tomorrow?" Cooheart asked hopefully.

"I'm not sure," Nicky replied, "I will text you tomorrow if I'm able to, okay?"

"Okay," Cooheart said, hanging his head, his face taking on a lonely expression.

"Bye, Cooheart," Nicky said from the doorway.

"Bye, Nicky, thank you for your visit and for the sweet mangoes."

"Of course," Nicky replied and left and closed the door after him.

Nicky wondered where Mrs. Namwiwrote was as he walked out of the hospital lobby and started walking to the parking lot to look for his car.

Two days passed and Nicky discovered that he had too much schoolwork on his hands and he had to text his regrets to Cooheart for not being able to visit him in the hospital.

Cooheart texted him back saying that he was being discharged from the hospital the following day.

What about Title? When is he getting discharged?  Nicky texted back. He was in his car in the university parking lot getting ready to drive himself back home after his last class.

I'm not sure. He's not talking to me. The nurses wouldn't tell me either. Patient's privacy rights, they explained to me. I told them anyway to let Title know that I was getting discharged by tomorrow.

And did Title have any reaction to that?  Nicky really didn't want to ask but he wanted to know anyway.

None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero.

Nicky couldn't help smiling sadly. All those words that Cooheart had texted which had the same meaning simply told him that Cooheart was upset with the non-reaction of Title.

What time are you getting discharged?

Most probably before noon.

If I got the time, I will drive over to help you and your mom to take you home.

You're too good of a friend. I don't deserve you.

Nicky found himself tearing up at the last text message of Cooheart. He turned off his phone and started his car. He drove carefully, paying close attention to the traffic around him. He controlled his emotions. He told himself that it was best to just remain good friends with Cooheart.