A date on the Eiffel Tower

Chapter twenty six:

Much to my disappointment the time did not fly by, quite the opposite really, they dragged on forever. The nurse did as she said and I was able to see him once every hour but only for ten minutes which was better than nothing. My time with him was mainly me telling him how much I missed him until I was finally let out.

I now laid down, my head resting on Thomas's chest and our fingers interlocked on his bed. He still hasn't woken but I hope now that I have been released, me being here will help him. It has been just over twelve hours since I was let out and I haven't slept once and it was catching up on me.

I soon slipped into a deep sleep next to Thomas finally letting myself rest. Luckily, being next to him made me relax, therefore I felt as though I had been asleep for days even if it was just an hour or two. I felt refreshed and like I should go out but I knew I wouldn't leave the building. Turning on the television, I sat watching it making sure the volume was loud enough for both of us to hear but not too loud. We were watching a series and I was barely into the fifth episode when there was a knock at the door.

I slowly got up and dragged my feet across the floor to the door. I wiped my eyes, brushed away any sleepy dust I had and opened the door. The person standing there was the last person I would even have expected to see. It was my father.

I jumped forward excitedly wrapping my arms around his chest. I was so happy he was here. I wanted him and Thomas to meet in person and not like this so I slid the door shut behind me as I let go and stood in the hallway.

"What-" I was cut off before I even said a word by a scream from the corridor. I turned suddenly, snapping my head in the direction of the sound to see Blake running down the hallway in navy blue jeans and an olive green shirt with a few buttons on the top. He had peach coloured straps over his shoulders from a rucksack of sorts and as he ran I could see it swinging behind him.

He ran to me and I leant down on my knees to embrace him in a hug. He jumped up, almost knocking me over. He was getting way too big for me to hold him now and was much taller than me when I knelt down but I still did it. After he finally let go he shook off his bag and handed it to me making me realise it was actually my rucksack he was carrying.

"We bought this for you. From England." He stood there with his hands linked together in front of him as she swayed from side to side. I looked up to my dad who was smiling at me. I stood up and walked over to an empty chair as they sat either side of me.

I opened it up and found three neatly folded shirts and two pairs of trousers and some shorts. I took them out, placing them down on my lap before I looked in the rucksack to see a bag full of chocolates. It was the bag Thomas made for me with the woven basket. Underneath that was the three books from my book series he got me. I felt tears prick my eyes and a single one escaped but I quickly wiped it away before it had a chance to fall.

"Thank you. Both of you. This means so much." I stand up bringing them in for a group hug. They aren't staying for long so they treat me to a nice simple meal in the hospital cafeteria as I don't want to go too far from Thomas in case something happens. Surprisingly the meals from their canteen were much nicer than expected and a lot nicer than what they serve their patients.

After they go back I head back to Thomas and sit by his bed to begin reading. I started reading the first chapter till I stopped to get out my snacks when I thought, how would he know I'm here if I don't speak. So I started the book again but read it out loud this time.

I started reading through the first chapter then second, then third, trying my best at the accents but I was terrible at them. It was getting late and I was getting tired so I placed my book on the side and snuggled up next to Thomas, falling asleep almost instantly.

***

Another week passes and I'm on the last book. Only a couple chapters from the end, I pause reading, leaning back in my chair, stretching and letting out a small yawn. My throat feels dry from talking for so long so I decide to go for a walk and get a drink.

Not much has happened in the last week. I lost a little more weight and black bags have formed under my eyes but nothing much else. I stode down the hallway nearly sliding over a couple times in my socks. I have been told multiple times by multiple people to put some shoes on but seeing as I practically live here now I don't want to.

I got in the lift with two other surgeons. They chat amongst themselves as I watch the lights flickering on showing which level we're on. The doors finally pinge open as I walk down the last flight of stairs and into the cafeteria. The room was filled with a pungent smell of pastries and an assortment of jams. I wandered over to the desk looking over their drink options before deciding on just an orange juice-drink.

I sat on an empty table looking out the window watching the passers by. I zone out watching a man in his early twenties hobble out through the doors on crutches. He suddenly freezes as I follow his line of vision to a car across the street. It's a young woman around his age. She runs across the road suddenly stopping in her tracks the second she sees him. She drops her bag on the floor as the man lets his crutches smash against the pavement.

The woman runs over to him tightly hugging his chest as he stumbles backwards slightly before picking her up, still able to stand on his one good leg. She jumps up wrapping her legs around his waist as she moves her arms around his neck and kisses him gently before he kisses her back more passionately. A guy appears behind them as the first man puts the girl down and turns to him as they hug each other while the girl sobs and I feel a single tear run down my cheek before I brush it away with the back of my hand. I'm so caught up in the moment that I lose track of time. I've been here for an hour and I need to get back.

I down the last of my drink before getting a lucky shot into the bin. I walk back the way I came up the stairs until I'm standing in the lift again. This time it's a lot more full and quite crowded. When we arrive on the floor I want, the doors slide open and I push my way to the front. Just as I step out the lift my socks slide across the floor and I end up down by it. I hear a couple gasps from around me as I quickly peel myself off the floor and walk away quickly trying to hide my now bright red face.

I speed walk down the hallway being more careful of my footing as I reach Thomas's door. I spun the door open and stepped in to see everything I had been waiting for so long for.