The Taste of Touching Glass

~Tony's POV~

'I can go home!' I yelled at the now wide-awake Mike.

'That's great news baby!' He says back, holding out his arms. I gladly step into them, shifting as to not bump my ribs. It's an awkward hug as Mike's half in bed and half out. So I do what every nice boyfriend would do; I pull him out. He settles himself on the floor and glares at me.

'I'm so heavy! Why did you do that? You could have hurt yourself!' He fusses, crossing his arms across his chest.

'Mikey, I'm fine, I promise.' I say, tugging at his arms and placing them around my waist. 'Please don't be angry. And you're not heavy at all.' I tilt my head up and plant a kiss on his lips. Mike's expression softens as I pull away. I turn and lace my fingers in his, walking out of the room. Stacey walks up to us and hands me a sign-out sheet. I sigh and quickly fill it out, handing it back to the nurse.

'Thank you.' Stacey said, 'You may go now Mr Perry, Mr Fuentes.' She smiled warmly at us, and we walked out holding hands. I climbed into Mike's car and he pulled out of the hospital. Boy, was I glad to be out of there!

Never again. I thought.

'I know baby, I know.' Mike said, clasping my hand and rubbing circles with his thumb.

'Did I say that out loud?'

'Yeah, baby. But it's okay. You're safe.' He said soothingly, smoothly pulling into his parent's driveway. 'They were really worried about you and ordered me to bring you here first thing.' Mike explained, hopping out of the car and running around it to open my door.

'Mike, I am able to open doors and stuff for myself.' I said, chuckling as Mike took my hand, slamming the door shut behind me.

'I know.' He kissed my forehead and we walked inside his house.

'Hi mama!' Mike shouted, walking into the kitchen. I check the time on the microwave; it was eleven thirty. Mike started grabbing random food items out of the fridge while VIvian came bustling into the kitchen.

'Mike!' She said, walking over and kissing both of his cheeks. 'So good to see you! And Tony!' She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me. 'I'm so happy you're well.'

'Hi Vivian. Thanks. Good to see you too.' I said, smiling down at Vic and Mike's mum. Vivian started fussing around us, telling us to go outside to see Mike's father. She was soon happily chopping up vegetables for an early lunch. We went outside and into the Fuentes's shed. Mike's father was testing out new paints and filling out a book.

'Hey papa!' Mike said, hugging his father.

'Hi Mike.' His dad said, then, spotting me, let go of him and bustled over to me.

'Tony!' He said and embraced me. I awkwardly hugged him back. Papa Fuentes usually didn't give hugs. He said nothing else and I replied back with a 'Hi Papa Fuentes.'

He let go and returned to testing out different paints. Mike joined in, and I picked up a brush unsure of what to do.

'Mike? What do I do?' I whispered, feeling stupid. I was standing there with a paint brush in my hand, a pot of paint on the table in front of me and no clue what to do.

'Hmm?' Mike asked. I repeated the question and he looked at me in disbelief. 'What do you mean? You've done this a thousand times before.' He said, staring blankly.

'I-I don't know.' I mumbled. Great! Now I looked stupid in front of Mike!

~Mike's POV~

I stared at Tony. How could he not remember? He mumbled something under his breath and looked at the paintbrush. He ran his fingertips over the top of the bristles. I smiled as a memory resurfaced.

'Tony!' I yelled, swatting him away. He grinned cheekily at me and ran his fingertips over the bristles. He reached forward and did the same to my cheek. I shuddered happily and closed my eyes. He did it again with the brush, and walked forward. I took a step back and bumped into the table. I leaned away as he leaned forward, not entirely trusting him. He just brushed my cheek, this time trailing down my neck. I closed my eyes again and felt a sticky substance being drawn across my face. It crossed my eyelids and I opened my eyes. Tony was holding a smaller paintbrush then the one he had before and had dipped it in paint. He grinned at me again and showed me a mirror. A huge heart had been painted onto my face with a capital 'T' in the middle. My jaw dropped, and Tony snapped a picture. He tweeted it with the caption "My boyfriend @PTVMike showing his love for me! How cute! xx". He laughed and I just looked at him, then joined in.

'Mike?' Tony asked, waving a hand. I had a goofy expression on my face and I cleared my thoughts. 'What's up?' I told him the memory and got a blank stare in return.

'That sounds like fun.' He said, sadness overcoming his dark brown eyes.

'You don't remember?' I asked, crushed. He shook his head. I logged on to twitter and showed him the picture, trying to jog his memory.

What's happening to Tony? I thought, then I showed him how to test out the paint.

~ ~ ~

I dropped Tony off at his place and kissed him goodbye.

'Bye Tony.' I said, unwilling to part our lips. He smiled at me and hopped out.

'I love you.' He said.

'Love you too.' I replied, then drove off. I turned down the now-familiar streets and went to the last place I wanted to be. I parked my car and got out, walking into the building. Opening the doors I went to the reception.

'Hello.' The woman behind the counter said.

'Hi. I'm Mike Fuentes. I was wondering if Stacey Smyth in?' I asked the receptionist.

'Certaintly. I think she's in room 76B. I heard that she's cleaning because the patient just left today. A few hours ago.' I gulped. That was Tony's room. I nodded at her and made my way into the hospital.

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