Erwin and Dr. Zoë were standing outside Connie's room and you watched them converse quietly with one another. They ended up giving him another medicine to make him more sleepy so he wouldn't be such a risk to himself.
You sat on the edge of the bed, watching Connie with a smile as he kept mumbling "My Heart Will Go On" in the most dramatic way he physically could at the moment. There were some grand hand gestures and an impressive amount of dynamics. You never knew he was such a musical guy. Granted, his singing wasn't that great, but you had to give him the points for artistic style.
"Connie, shh, you really need to be quiet," you giggled silently, trying to get him to stop singing because the nurses at the station were beginning to eye you two. You knew they'd come in here to tell him the same thing, it was only a matter of time.
"But I like to sing," he argued back and you shrugged, leaning towards him, saying "Well you're not the only patient in this hospital."
He frowned at that, but he quieted down and sooner or later finally fell back asleep. You heard the door open and watched Erwin and Dr. Zoë come back into the room. They briefly updated you on their plans and asled if you needed anything else before leaving. You politely declined and said goodbye to them for the night, now sitting in the silence as Connie slept.
You pulled up a chair and placed it right by the bed, resting your arms and head on the side rail. You didn't know why'd you been here all day, but going home just felt wrong. With whatever happened to Connie's family, you didn't feel right leaving him here alone, so you volunteered to stay. You watched him as he rested and felt your own eyelids begin to grow heavy.
"That's cute," you heard Marco's warm voice and you snapped up, suddenly wide awake. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you knew he'd been watching you stare at Connie. How awkward was that? Very.
Marco chuckled a bit before entering the room and sitting down on the edge of the bed. Connie was out like a light, so you weren't worried he'd wake up at all.
"Please don't say anything. Your face says it all," you grumbled and rubbed your face, realizing just how exhausted you were.
"Why don't you take some time to rest. I'll watch over him," Marco suggested and gestured towards the couch for you to rest on.
"Well, Dr. Ackerman does want me to relax, so it wouldn't hurt to get some rest," you agreed and got up to move to the couch. Once you lied down, your eyes shut and sleep overtook you.
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You woke up to the sound of raised voices, blinking your eyes open and seeing Marco trying to get Connie back to bed. You sat up and stretched before standing and walking over to the bed to help Marco out.
You must've slept for a while because it was dark outside and the only light available was the overhead light above the bed. There was a baking show playing on the TV, the faint voices of the competitors in the background. It looked like Connie was trying to leave the room.
"Hey! You're awake! Look, my mom has been trying to call me for the past hour and he will not stay still. Can you please watch him so I can see what she needs?" Marco pleaded and he looked so stressed out you immediately nodded your head and told him to go so he could take care of whatever was going on. Marco mouthed a thank you and briskly left the room, leaving you alone with Connie while you greatly underestimated how well that medicine was still working.
After about five minutes you were completely awake, sweating, and losing the last of your sanity. The medicine had started to wear off and he was more with it, but still loopy. It was a battle trying to keep him in the room and it's not like you had the strength to keep him back.
"Connie, you need to get back in bed. You're not supposed to be wandering," you ordered, holding him back every time he tried to advance. Why did he weigh so much?
"But why?" He was now making a pouting face, the kind people usually described as "puppy eyes."
"Connie, I'm serious," you stopped pushing and placed your hands on your hips as you impatiently waited for him to move. He didn't budge.
"And I'm serious when I say I want to go wander, especially with you," he sassed back, really thinking he was doing something there.
"Connie, I'm flattered, but you can't do that," you sighed with defeat, eyeing him with pity.
"Why not?"
"Because I have to rest and you have to rest."
"I can rest with you," he waggled his eyebrows.
"No, Connie-"
He grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you and rocking you from side to side saying, "I like hugging you. You're a huggable person." You stiffened like a board, refusing to lean into it because of how much your stomach was flipping.
"Connie, thank you, but can you please not hug me right now?" But he wouldn't let go. Clearly, you discovered that an already physical touch dependent Connie who was under the influence loved physical touch even more. He was like a giant teddy bear.
"Okay Connie, that's enough," you were starting to get annoyed and he finally let you go, but his arms were still around you as he looked down at you.
"Connie, you need to stay in your room," you pulled his hands off of you and took a step back, gesturing to the bed. He frowned and stayed in his place, clearly not wanting to move and wouldn't even if you tried to move him again. You already tried that.
The two of you had a staring battle until he dropped his head in defeat and drew in a breath. "Fine, I'll stay here for a while. But I'm only staying as long as you stay awake," he instructed and you let out an audible groan knowing you'd have to stay awake most of the night to make sure he wouldn't sneak out.
Connie sat down on the bed but laid on top of the covers, his arms crossed over his chest as he pat the spot next to him. You looked out the window into the hall and couldn't see Marco, but hoped he wouldn't give you that look again when he walked back in. You laid onto the bed next to Connie and tried to get comfortable next to him.
Connie pointed up at the TV and laughed when one of the baker's cakes started on fire. You quickly switched the channel, not wanting Connie to be too loud. It was a whale documentary, probably something boring and calming-
"Look at the whales!" Connie gasped and gaped at the TV and started to copy the whale sounds.
You felt your whole face flush and you shut the TV off, grabbing Connie's arm and trying to get him to shut up. But he kept singing whale songs, or whatever the hell you called them, no matter how much you begged him to stop.
Finally, you grabbed his face and squished his cheeks together, looking him dead in the eye. "Connie, you either be quiet or I'm knocking you out," at your words, he nodded his head vigorously and instantly quieted down.
You laid back on the bed again and so did Connie, his head resting on your shoulder as he started whispering about random theories about how the universe was created. Man, he was just full of surprises.
You heard your phone buzz and pulled it out, seeing a text from Marco.
Hey! My little brother is sick so I have to go home and take my other siblings to school tomorrow! Have fun with Connie and I'm so sorry!
Great. You were stuck here alone with Connie as he continued to babble on about his theories.
After a few minutes, the tone of his mellow voice was soothing and your eyes started to droop. It was getting harder and harder to keep them open. In no time, you and Connie were both asleep, possibly dreaming about whales.
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A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 1k READS THAT IS SO AWESOME AHHH! i've really enjoyed writing this and i'm trying my hardest to move the relationship along realistically. If any of you have tips, let me know! Other than that, I like the ending of this chapter and how much of a goof Connie is. I don't think I've really done much of that for his character, so I let him shine in this chapter haha! let me know what you thought of the chapter! again, thank you so much!
-ocean
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