Friday, Pretty Boy and I got together. We spent Friday and the better part of Saturday together. Sunday he had plans to go to the mountain. Sunday evening he messaged me on Facebook and I asked him how his day went. He told me he was sore. I asked why and he said he had an accident, tubing.
He explained that he had taken a ten foot jump off a tube and landed on his neck. He said his back hurt. I asked if he drove himself home and he said he did. He said he thought he may need to go to the ER. I agreed that he should and asked him a series of questions, suggesting some things that might alleviate the pain.
The fact that he was in a significant amount of pain was worrisome to me and I actually considered going to his house but I am vehicle-less at the moment made that impossible without him driving some more and I didn’t think that was a good idea. It was driving me crazy that I couldn’t be there with him but didn’t mention it. Then he said, “I wish you were here.”
My concern for his pain was taken over by this warm fuzzy feeling. I sat and stared at the screen smiling, not because he was hurt but because he just wanted me there. I really couldn’t do anything to help with the pain but I loved the fact that just having me there would make him feel better. All I wanted was for him to be okay. I promised I would come by when I could and just hang out with him.
I like this guy and I knew in that moment that he really liked me too. We’ve been stuck in this weird place where we are trying not to come on too strong with each other but him actually wanting me makes me so happy. He decided to go to the ER after we stopped chatting. He has a concussion and pulled some muscles in his back. The doctor told him it may take a few weeks before he was feeling better and prescribed him some medication for the pain.
Today when I spoke to him on the phone he was still dealing with issues associated with blunt head trauma but the medications was definitely helping with his back. I was glad and promised I would be over Wednesday to spend some time with him. I told him I had this insane desire to want to take care of him and he just said come when you can.
In a way, PB getting hurt has forced us to move past our insecurities about moving forward. He is being open. I was at point where I was starting to get overcritical and nervous about what could go wrong and now I just want be there for him. The poor guy is all laid up and hurting and I am just happy because he wants me.
I just want him to get better. He is hurting pretty bad and if my being there would make him feel better then I need to be there but I am happy. Not happy he is hurt but that I know he values me being in his life.
Does that make me mean?
I hope not.