Survivor

17 > "So yes, the answer is definitely yes." ~Eleonora (mia)

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My eyes fluttered open, the darkness around me making everything hazy. I picked my head up slowly, looking around and immediately noticed I wasn't in my room. Panic settled in me and I bolted up. Before I could get off the bed a voice stopped me.

"Easy there, Bolt."

My head whipped around so fast I was surprised that I didn't suffer from whiplash. My eyes landed on Ales who was sitting the the chair next to the bed I was placed on. When I looked closer at it I came face to face with a familiar sight. A hospital bed.

My eyes widened and my breathing became harsh. I peeled back the covers and was about to jump off the bed when a strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back onto the bed.

"Hey, look at me." He placed two fingers underneath my chin and directed my head towards him.

"Follow my lead. Breathe in..." I followed suit, taking deep but slow breaths. Soon my breathing had calmed and my heart rate was back to normal.

"Where am I?" I questioned and my voice came out softer than intended. Ales passed me a glass of water which I greedily drunk waiting for his reply.

"The hospital wing of our house."

"We have a hospital wing? When did that happen? Where exactly in the house? Wait, why do we have a hospital wing in our house?" I continued rambling on, question after question.

"Yes. When it was built. On the 3rd floor. For emergencies."

Seeing the confusion on my face he furthered his statement, "I answered all your questions."

Ohhh. Well that wasn't embarassing. Wasn't embarassing at all. He took the now empty glass from my hand and placed it on the stand next to the hospital bed.

"Ok if I switch the light on?"

I simply nodded my reply and shut my eyes waiting for him to turn them on. Once he did, I opened them slowly allowing them to adjust to the light. I noticed him looking at me and immediately averted my gaze, my finger fidgeting with the blanket covering me.

This whole situation made me uncomfortable. In about 10 seconds I was going to have to come up with a lie to explain my whole Opera worthy performance earlier. Or was it last night? Wait, what the hell is the time right now?

"It's 6 o' clock."

I'm assuming I said that out aloud.

"Yes, you did."

And that. Fuck it! Pull yourself together Giovanna!

"Giovanna,"

Maybe if I fainted again I could avoid this whole...escapade?

"Yep?"

"We need to talk."

"That's what we are doing." I started slowly.

"I mean really talk."

"Were we reading each other's minds earlier?"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Uhh, no?"

"You don't seem so sure." I reply cooly. When trying to avoid a conversation, steer it in the other direction.

"We weren't reading each other's minds."