The Quiet Spring

Chapter Nine

(What Corrina's ALL PURPLE mark looks like on the back of her neck. I do not own this picture, just telling you disclaimer's again>>>)

Corrina's POV

I woke up to the feeling of something warm touching my hand. It felt nice, like I was assured I was being looked after. I slowly fluttered my eyes open and looked up at the white ceiling. I looked down at my hand, without moving my head to much and my eyes widened. What's Oliver doing in my room?! And holding my hand too?! I sat up slowly and saw that my back, sides, and lower abdomen were covered in medical wrappings and I slowly touched my bruised cheek. Finding it bandaged up as well, Oliver's eyes started fluttering open. "You finally awake Sleeping Beauty?" He asked with a tired smile on his face.

"Uhh... Yea?" I said sheepishly, my cheeks turning red. "How long have you been here?" I asked a little more curious on how he actually got into my house. "Since you collapsed outside school. And I also know all about Rica, Fredrick, and Trinity." He replied calmly. My eyes widened even more. As I was about to start begging him not to tell, Oliver put his other hand up and slightly gripped my hand tighter. "I have the red mark." Then his expression turned serious as he stared straight into my eyes. "Who beat you up Corrina? Tell me and don't even think about lying." I swallowed nervously. "It was... Um...Hana..." I said her name very softly. "Who?" "Hana..." I said a little louder. I looked down at my pants and finally realized that someone had changed my clothes.

"Why would Hana do that?" Oliver asked. "Because... She thinks you like... me..." I said awkwardly. "Maybe that's because I do." Oliver spoke up. My head snapped up and looked at him with tears starting to form in my eyes. Suddenly, I was wrapped in the strong arms of Oliver Wright and I broke down. "I l-l-like you t-too!" I stuttered in his chest. I gripped his white shirt in my balling hands and he clutched me tighter. We stayed like that for I don't know how long until Oliver broke away from me. I looked up at him and he looked down at me with kind eyes. "I need to head home." He told me quietly. As he tried to stand up I clutched his right arm tightly. "What time is it?" I asked. "Three thirty. Why?" He asked.

"I just though that maybe you could stay here with me tonight..." I said quietly. I sounded like a little kid. " Sure." I looked up at Oliver with bright eyes and I crawled under the covers. I moved towards the wall as Oliver climbed on top of the covers and faced me, his green eyes closed. I slipped my small hand under his and he lightly held it, a small smile crawling onto his face. I smiled too and closed my eyes, falling asleep to the rhythm of Oliver's slow breathing.