The Unexpected

Chapter 6: Tell me something

Ahola, I apologies for my really really really late uptade. It's not been easy this last few weeks, but for all of you who kepts reading my novel Thank you and heres chapter 6. Also stay check becouse I might uptade the other one soon this week. Enjoy, I hope your not mad at me... with all my love..

Mina

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Soft fingers were brushing my cheek as a voice spoke, yet I really couldn't understand them. Sometimes I can but then I don't. All I feel are those fingers brushing my face, gently and sweet, as if it doesn't want to break me. They bring shivers to my body and I can feel each part bristles at its touch.

Why can I open my eyes to see who is cause of this strange feeling? Maybe I'm too weak? Or maybe you enjoy this feeling? Something told me. What?! No way. Suddenly I feel hands on my shoulders...shaking then strongly after a long while, till I hear a voice say:

"Miss, miss wake up" a sweet voice was heard, but I didn't see where it's coming from. "Miss, wake up, Miss?" Opening my eye as fast I could see a young girl looking at me in worried. I flinch, struggling away from her.

"Oh, no Miss. It's all right, you're safe now" I didn't know who she was, obviously. She seemed like in her 20's, who are you? I though.

"How are you feeling?" I stop staring at her to look down, trying to answer, but all couldn't. Honestly, I didn't know, it's like a black hole in the memory box. Looking up again to ask who she was, she said: "My name is Silvia, I'm the maid"

A maid?! How's maid?

"Where am I?" I ask as I tried to sit up causing to moaning of pain. "Oh, no miss. You must lay down, you're wounds aren't healed yet" Bliking to see better, I notice I'm in a bed, in a bedroom. How...?

"How did I get here?" I looked at her from my distance against the pillow, she was fixing the bed, to then dip a small towel inside a vase full of water.

"I can't say anything miss, I'm sorry" she put the wet towel on my forehead. It's a bit warm.

"Why not?" I gave her a confused look, why can she tells me. Something not right, I need to go home, but first, I need information. I'm a curious person.

"I really am sorry miss, there orders" she gave a sorry look. The towel was getting cold and I prefer it away from my forehead.

I took the towel and place it next to me. How would order her to not talk. Maybe her boss or her boss boos. It's must someone with power...a mom?

"At least tell me why you are here and who took care of my wounds?" she has to tell me something. She gave a small smile like she appreciate that I didn't insisted on the other question. I feel bad for her, it's probably not her fault.

"I'm here to check your wounds, temperature, and pulse also make sure you're alright. The doctor took care of your wounds, they were pretty bad, but nothing that can't be done."

She smiled as well as I, a little. At least I knew something. Now I need to know what happened. "How long have I've been here? I ask hoping she would at least say a time. Giving me a doubtful look she said.

"Four days miss, you've been unconscious for four days"

"Omg," I whisper, I've been...I couldn't been.

"Is it true, you're telling me the true?" She look away from me, mostly answering my question. It's not possible, it can't be. Looking back as me she stayed in silent, it's true.

"I come in and check on you more than 7 times a day, trying to wake you or hoping you will, but you haven't...until today" saying that she left a bag on the night stand next to the bed.