THE TRUTH OF US : Truth Known. (5)

Him.

I hate him.

Nate was looking at me.......Worried.

What if he only physically heals....And that's it. What if he dies?        People do that.

Nate was frowning now.....Looking at Audrey, but trying to see me.

Is he scared?   Great! I'm scaring him. Well, he scares me too.         We're even.

We were given assistance to get him into the car. The nurse stood and directed everyone. Audrey asked me to sit in the back with Nate......"Can you keep an eye on him?.."

"Do I have too?..."      I looked at Nate (He gave me a thoughtful look. Yes?   Would I?   He wouldn't mind.    I just stared at him then, shook my head, gave Audrey a stern look.

"Yes, you do......Yes, you will. Your good at helping people, Ruby. This is your chance to get to know Nate again..."

(....There was a first time?       Great!)

"Nate wants you too.    You were always so good together, when you were small.."           Audrey checked doors, got in and started the engine...."Seatbelts?.."                I looked at Nate, he was trying to do his up, but failing (Of course)      I reached across, pulled his belt right out....And strapped it across him, making a nice click noise.

"......Not going any where now!!!..."

Nate looked me, frowned.....Then looked sad (Blinking his one good eye)

"..Ruby!       Do It Properly...Or I'll Wrap It Around YOU!!..."               Audrey gave me an evil stare.

"...Okay, doing it properly...."                I redid the seatbelt. Audrey started to drive.

At first, I didn't look at him, the car was silent......Audrey put the radio on low, and started to chat away. Told us.....We had been such good friends....."In separable.....Actually!!..."          Nate was nodding.

I looked at him. He looked okay, odd....But, okay.   Not dying.....Not sick (Weird too)            I tried not to look at him, but he was smiling.             The more I looked, I just wanted to touch him.       What did his hair still feel like?

Were his fingers warm to the touch of mine?

If I moved closer, would his eyes......No, eye.   Be nice to look at?             The smell of him was killing me on the inside.      So, deep, so there. I could, just reach out......And touch him.

And Nate would let me too.

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Nate and I had this thing.

Every time I wanted to take charge (I was trying to make a point, and wanted Nate to listen) I'd pin him to a chair....Or bed, hold his hands down (Look, him in the eye)....And make my "point".         He'd listen, he'd even pretend.....I had him!

Then, he'd smile at me.....Break my hold.......And........Laugh!!

(I'd end up being the one pinned down)

When we went to bed that night.....Something was to happen, I never saw coming. Thought I'd "been" through it all.

(....Well, guess not!....)