All Our Broken Pieces

Chapter 19

For weeks I had felt trapped.

Inside my own head I was awake, but apparently to the rest of the world, it was as if I was dying.

I was unaware of my surroundings but overly aware of movements around me.

I knew who was coming into the room before they had opened the door, twice a day a woman entered the room, tending to parts of my body that were in pain.

Although I was unsure why.

Every morning someone came in, they held my hand always, whispering the same thing over and over.

Their voice too muffled for me to identify who they were and what they were saying.

Every night another person entered, they sat by me, often touching my face, they read to me, I think.

And without exception, before they leave, they kissed my forehead and ran their fingers through my hair.

My brain is constantly awake, but I can't muster up enough strength to even open my eyes.

I was trying though, and hopefully with time, I'd be able to.

I'll be able to see, who was the first person to come to me, who was helping my body heal, and who refused to leave my side all through the night, but leaves before anyone can catch them.

After what felt like weeks of being trapped, my thoughts never resting, it felt like I fell asleep, everything going blank, my brain finally relaxing.

When I awoke, my eyes fluttered open, and I was greeted with soft rays on sunlight shining through sheer curtains.

I turned my head over to when the chair in the room was, or where I had imagined it to be.

It was large, light brown leather chair, and in it was sat Mattheo, fast asleep.

I didn't want to wake him, he looked peaceful, innocent.

I smiled and explored the rest of the room, in the corner there was a large stack of books next to a tray, covered with medication.

There were two white doors on the back wall, I assumed one to be a wardrobe and the other to be a bathroom.

There was a desk between the two floor length windows, the bed was plush, with ivory coloured sheets and a dark green throw.

Mattheo stirred and he opened his eyes to find me sat upright in bed, immediately he was by my side.

"Hey." he whispered.

"Hey." I whispered back, the door swung open and in walked a lady.

I recognised her but I didn't know where from.

"Morning sweetheart," she said, walking over to the cart and picking up three bottles on medication, "feeling any better?"

I nodded and my stomach growled making me giggle from embarrassment.

"I'll fix you some breakfast once you have your medicine, is that okay?"

"Of course." The room was truly beautiful, plants in every corner, with a lingering scent of lavender, my favourite.

Mattheo left the room as I attempted to get dressed into the clothes the nice lady picked out for me.

They were simple but obviously more expensive than anything I'd ever owned in my lifetime, and she apologised multiple times for not having much variety.

"I only have a son." she claimed and I told her it was okay; that she'd done enough for me already.

"I'll leave you to it then, I'll come back in a few minutes to take you down to breakfast."