The ultimate love melody

Trama

Chapter 10:

Oh holy mother of Christ! I got my options. Soz I'm really happy. I'm just gonna update every week now. So yh. Also every Friday I'll do a tag. I'm also very happy we got 50 reads this week. :)

As I opened my eyes, I heard the repetitive beep of a monitor. I looked around in fear only to be comforted by the familiar faces of my mother, father and girlfriend ( best friend to my parents)

'Where am I?' I whispered, afraid to hear the answer

'You fainted, sweetie' my mother said in I can't help but notice a really thick Iranian accent.

'Crap!' She only does an Iranian accent when she's scared. I had no idea what happened to me. I don't know what's going to happen next. I guess at that point my father couldn't take it anymore because he ran out crying. I have never seen my Papaji cry and even the context of it is too emotional to even think about. Sarah probably knew I felt bummed out because she took one look at me and ran after my dad. Then out of nowhere I heard a rusting noise. I looked around and I guess my mother must have known something was up because, well, I was looking around like some spastic owl.

'It's coming from the curtain. I looked at the blue curtain separating me from the other beds and I kinda felt stupid (correction, I defiantly felt stupid) that I hadn't thought of that.

'Come in' my mother said.

I sat there in shock. For the past few hours, it kinda look that I was half asleep, half awake. Well I was certainly awake now.

'What do you want'

Then I heard the most, empathetic, touching and slightly arousing 'um' in the world. I finally understood what Jason derulo meant when he said that he hears angel every time that she moans. Obviously, I wasn't that convinced it was the same type of moaning, but you get my point.

' I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I was kinda shocked when you fainted.'

I looked hopelessly into its big blue eyes. But then, my mother had to get involved, interrupting my day dreams

' That's quite an accent. Where do you come from?'

'Oh, I'm from Spain. Barcelona, to be precise. Born and raised.'

At this point, I was almost melting inside. Sorry, who doesn't want a Spanish Hottie right next to you, breathing down your neck. His big sexy muscles - By this point it was so obvious how I felt that my face started making mini-orgasam face. I knew it tried to ignore it, but it was so obvious. By this time there was already about five minutes of severe awkward silence, how my mother friend again to break the ice.

'So, why haven't I seen you before.'

' Oh I just Transferred here. My name is Xavier.'

'Exotic!' My mother replied. I have no idea why she think coming from Spain is exotic. First of all, it's like 3 hours away and secondly, SHE COMES FROM FREAKING IRAN. That's like really high exoticness if that is a word which it probably isn't. Anyway, at this point it just felt like forced conversation so Xavier decided to leave. I took my beeping monitor thingy and went after him. I needed answers.

'Xavier! Wait!'

He stopped in his tracks and looked around at me

'What'

I decided to cut to the chase

'Why?'

He looked confused

'Why did you come? I'm not popular and you know that. If you hang out with me, I'll destroy your record,so why?'

He looked at me. Then he did some cute guy smile. You know, the one they do that just make you melt inside.

'Well, I think you're cool. And I enjoy hanging out with you.'

I frowned at him

'Hanging out! I've never talked to you.'

'Still I think you're a pretty, cool person and I hope we can catch up. And in my opinion I think whoever hates you is a jackass.'

I chuckled. This guy was ok.

'Wait, are you free Saturday' he asked

'Look at me, do you think I have a crammed calendar.'

'Great! There's this cinema where you can watch 'The fault in our stars' in 4D. It's soo cool, we have to check it out.

'Ok' I replied in excitement. And with that, he slowly walked off. I don't know it was something about him, something about the way he moved, the way he talked, the way he acted that made him feel as warm as melted butter. I was, again interrupted by my thoughts, this time by Sarah.

'Wasn't that the new kid.' Sarah asked curiously

'Yeah, I better go back to my bed now. How's my dad'

'He's still fragile but he's getting better. Your parents are so worried.'

'I know'

I reached for Sarah lips and kissed her ever so gently. It was soft but passionate. It kinda tasted weird if I'm being honest but yeah. We skipped together, hand in hand to my cubicle. By the time I had arrived, two middle aged doctors had arrived.

'Which one of you is Meesha Abdul.'

I raised my hand, hesitantly.

'We would like to speak with you in private.'

After my mamaji and Papaji finally agreed to get out of the cubicle, the man gave me a stern look.

'We found something in your blood. Something not nice and we wanted to tell, you first.'

I gasped. What was it, a tumour. Dear God! I might have a tumour. I looked in horror and fear. The doctors lips moved.

'We found what we believe is a a class c anaesthesia. We think you might be suffering from tranquilliser abuse.'