Blank Lines

Blank Lines; 9

"Remi? Honey?" 

A soft, warm hand rubbed my shoulder, which felt cold in the flimsy hospital gown. 

"5 more minutes." I mummered, rolling over on my side, then hissing in pain when the I.V. in my arm tugged at the skin.

My eyes fluttered open and i rolled back onto my back, rubbing my arm. My eyes opened freely, which was strange. I could've sworn i'd been sleeping for ages, and expected them to be sticky, or hazy, like when i wake up in the morning. But they were clear. My limbs weren't stiff either. 

I must've been awake. And not remembered it.

"She's awake!" My dad's voice echoed and i shivered from the draft that was coming from the opened door. His back was facing me, his head outside of the doorway, yelling to someone i couldn't see.

"Daddy?" I asked. My voice was also clear. That meant i'd been awake for a while,and not to long ago. 

He turned around, beaming at me. Relief radiated off of him and i rolled my eyes. He was such a worry wart. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before. 

He stepped away from the open door, and my bestfriend Amy bounded into the hospital room. She ran in, full speed, launching herself at my hospital bed. The heart monitor sped up and i closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact. 

She crashed onto the bed beside me with a squeal as Scott entered the room. He flicked his long brown hair out of his eyes and flashed me an apologetic smile. 

"Hey Ams." I giggled, patting her head as she snuggled up to me. 

"We missed you, you whore. Where have you been? I haven't seen you at school in ages!" She rambled into my neck as she buried her face into my tangled hair. I smiled. I really loved Amy and Scott, who was unusually quiet in the corner. He always felt uncomfortable in hospitals. He leaned against the wall, keeping his distance. 

I patted Amy's hair, smoothing down her unruly curls. She'd always hated her honey blond curls. She said they were to hard to manage, but paird with her porceline skin and huge blue eyes, it made her look like an angelic doll. 

Speaking of unruly hair. I dragged my fingers through my own red locks, trying to tame the long waves into something halfway presentable. I knew i looked like hell. Most medications had that effect on me. Dark circles rung my eyes and my hair was dull and tangled. I looked at my hands. Even to me they looked unnaturally pale. I sighed, glad only Amy and Scott were here to see the atrotious mess. 

And then in he walked. 

Lucas strode in, looking confident, that same sideways smirk still planted on his face. His eyes took in my appearance, then looked away, his cheeks tinting pink. That's when i remembered all i was wearing was a paper hospital gown and underwear, which happened to show through the translucent material. 

I blushed and pulled the blankets tighter around me. His eyes were on me again. He stared at my face, hard, observing my every move. He was probably looking for the halfway decent looking girl he met a few days ago. I patted at my hair again, before giving up and dropping my hands. 

Amy's rambling had stopped and she was staring inbetween us, a smirk on her face. Scott had a smirk that mirrored hers as he mouthed something at me. 

'He wants that bod.' he mouthed and my jaw dropped open. I was sure my face set on fire. At least thats what it felt like. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. 

I licked my lips, realizing suddenly how dry my mouth was. My throat ached with thirst. I cleared it, speaking up.

"Hey, dad, can you go get me some water please?" I asked, looking at everything but Lucas. Amy was now sitting up by my side, scrolling through her IPhone. She always got easily distracted.