Mended Hearts

Part XVII

Wendy sighed contentedly as she slowly drifted off into yet another pleasant dream, laying comfortably underneath the toasty warm covers and snuggling deeper into the coziness of her bed.

After nearly two and a half weeks of not getting enough of a good night's sleep as a result of constantly worrying about her dad's condition (which had actually started to improve and had put both Wendy and her mother much, much more at ease now), she hoped that she would finally get to have a restful night for the first time in a while.

She snored lightly and occasionally stirred in her sleep, silently praying that her peaceful sleep wouldn't get disturbed by something, or maybe even worse, by someone.

And while all of that sounded fine and dandy in theory, little did Wendy know that her hopes and dreams would get shattered very soon by one particularly unwelcomed sound coming from her phone – thus cementing the fact that reality sometimes was indeed one hell of a bitch and could easily make one's day (or night for that matter) crappier about tenfold.

Her eyes snapped wide open as her phone suddenly began to vibrate loudly against the wooden nightstand, forcing the teenage girl to let out a tiny murmur and to rub her eyes in the pitch black darkness of her bedroom.

Wendy rolled over to the other side to reach for the rectangular device, letting out a groan as the light from her phone screen hit her eyeballs. She silently cursed out whoever had the audacity to call her so late at night, especially after she had finally managed to fall asleep after tossing and turning for a better part of the night.

She rubbed her weary eyes with one hand and held her phone in the other, squinting at the screen as she was trying to read the caller ID through a slightly hazy vision, eventually dropping a faint 'huh?' and widening her chocolate brown eyes in surprise as she realized who had been the person attempting to call her.

''Stan?'', Wendy said in utter disbelief, laying her head against the pillows and running one hand down the side of her face. She let out a groan as she continued to stare at the caller ID. ''What does he want now?''

Although she was being indecisive about whether she should return the call or simply ignore it, the progressively louder ringtone and vibrating only made Wendy's decision more obvious – so her choice was to return the call, mainly because she really didn't want to inadvertently wake her mother up and cause her to storm inside her bedroom in order to scold her for being so loud in two in the fucking morning.

Swiping her finger across the screen and accepting the call, Wendy mentally braced herself for whatever her ex-boyfriend had in store for her, since his phone call had come completely out of left field and had left her rather stunned.

''Hello?''

''Heeey Wendy.''

''Hello?'', Wendy replied, her voice slightly hoarse. "Stan?"

''Wen, is that you?'', Stan replied on the other end of the line, with no response coming from his ex-girlfriend just yet. ''Wennnn?''

Wendy groaned inwardly, choosing to ignore the fact that her ex-boyfriend had called her by a nickname he had given to her all the way back in fifth grade and had used to call her by whenever he had tried getting her attention – with that small, but seemingly unimportant detail being enough to make her heart start thumping against her ribcage.

"Of course it's me, you dummy.", she responded in a playful tone, trying to somehow ignore the increasing beating of her heart. "Who else did you think was gonna' answer your call other than me? You know, it's my number after all?"