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"Mrs. Smith, she's awake," the greek-looking god, with fair hair and a muscular arms the buttons on the shirt he was wearing buckle, like my knees would be if I were standing up right now. he was staring at me. He whispered to the lady that was with him, she was not godess looking at all, her face was drooped and she had laugh lines around her eyes, though she was not smiling now. She looks tired and the lines on her cheeks streaking her makeup indicate that she has been crying. She now started to sob, uncontrollably, it looked like it was from happiness, and loss, and pain.
I looked back at the greek god, he didn't look like he was wearing the proper clothes--compared to his face they looked horrendous--A flannel shirt and jeans, he also looked very tired and like the woman, he also had been crying.. "Cleo?" the greek god's voice was as soft as velvet. I tried to speak, to say anything I didn't want the god to leave. All that came out was "krevetsumpet", it sent a sharp pain down my throat.
"Cameron, you know she has scratched her voice box, don't make her use her voice. It probably hurts." So the god-like creature had a name? And she was right, it hurt very badly. "Im so sorry Cleo, just don't talk, ok?" I tried to nod but wires were trapping me everywhere. I began to panic, oh no I'm stuck. "Baby, its ok calm down. the doctors aren't going to hurt you..." the tired lady's voice was trailing off. I was staring at the god-like creature that stood before, what was his name again? Kayden, Camera, no those weren't right. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch his precious face. I try but the wires on my arms kept on trapping me.
"I was informed she is awake," a lady with dark skin and hair, in scrubs. Looking tired as well. Probably the doctor the tired lady was talking about,--wait am I in a hospital?-- said to the tired lady. "Has she tried to talk yet?" The doctor asked.
"Yes" looking at the greek god accusingly.
"Well she really needs some more rest so don't push her to try and do anything, OK?" The doctor looked at the greek god. "And you there, boy. Try not to be pushy with anything, got it?"
"Yes mam." He was so beautiful what was wrong with him? Why was he so dang beautiful, it's not fair I wish I looked like that. And that hair! Where did he get that, I swear it's fake. And I mean, it looks so, soft I just want so badly to touch it, to feel the velvet soft strands. Wait, why was he even here, in my obvious hospital room? Who in the world looks like that and sits by me? I mean they would have to be crazy, wait is he crazy? What if he is crazy, I do believe I would still like to look at his face.
He reached out and caressed my cheek. What!? did that even actually happen?! His skin was so soft, except the callouses on his fingertips indicated he worked with his hands. it made me shiver, maybe I was just dreaming, I mean it made sense, yeah. I'm just dreaming. But even with the imagination everyone says i have to much of, it couldn't be real. "God, i'm just so happy you're alive, I mean, Cleopatra don't you ever do that to me ever again, do you hear me? never. God" he pressed his lips lightly against mine. ok it definitely was a dream. "Please, please just get better, ok." He turned to the tired old lady. " I'll be back again during lunch hour do you need anything?" He was nice and caring, at least my imagination didn't make him snobby. " I 'm ok for now but a bottle of water and a bologna sandwich at lunch would be great." " Yeah sure Mrs. Smith i would be glad to." Wait! What! No he can't leave, he will never come back. Come on voice box. Speak! "Grrughjd" that hurt a great deal. "Cleopatra," his voice was.. I mean how could someones voice be so, so beautiful. "Just dont Cleopatra, just don't ok whats the matter," another light kiss, this time on my cheekbone. "Cleopatra, please, dont try I can't bare to see you like this. What do you need, want. Please All I want is to be able to understand you."
"Maay, preze." Oww. geeze why do I keep doing that? Oh yeah, because I don't want this beautiful person to leave me. "Stay please?" the lady didn't look as tired now. I nod. "Oh Cleopatra if you really want me to." It was full of sympathy, why did they keep on doing that
