A Whisper

Chapter 10

I am unconscious for quite some time. My attack took it easy this time. The only thing I was really anxious about was my heart rate. My lungs did well. I see a faint light, and with a feeling of nostalgia I quickly turn. It's not him, because Mason is out there. I blink and see my Prince. I'm still really dizzy, and I fall over on my side. "Mason, my house is big and I have no neighbours that live close. We are close. Please carry me and tell mom I had an attack and I need Ann." My voice is high and my throat is sore. Mason nods with a concerned look on his face. He picks me up, and I slip into unconsciousness again. My poor prince, so brave carrying my limp body to an unknown location. Even though I can't wrap my mind on the reality, I can hear his heart and with that I breathe with the pattern and judge whether or not I should be worried about my own heart rate. I can still feel him. I feel his biceps as he carries me through the unending woods. His chest as my limp arm lies against it. His lovely smell radiated off of him and filled my lungs.  He is the definition of perfection. My tall, handsome Prince whom I love with my whole heart. I don't have much to offer, me being a dying girl. I hear the footsteps more level and defined, as if on wood. We must be on my porch, or so I hope. He knocks and the door creeks open. I recognise my mom's voice, she only mumbles then screams. Mason sweet voice tells her I said I needed Ann before I passed out. Mom cries and screams for Ann. Mason starts running. I guess they are running to Ann's house, which is right next to ours. 

            I wake up on Ann's couch. My forehead is cold and moist. My head is throbbing. I must have been running a fever if she put a cold rag on my forehead. I don't remember much. My body aches with every movement and my lungs collapse with every short breath. I can't feel my fingers and toes. I am too weak to try and sit up. I turn my head to see my Prince reading a book. "What are you reading there handsome?" I barely make it out but seeing him gives me strength. He smiles so big, I can tell he's happy that I'm awake, which makes me wonder how long I've been gone. "How long have I been asleep?" The smile lessens as his head turns to face the ground, "About 12 hours I would guess." What happened? I turn to the window and it's already dark. My attacks last several hours but never this long. Also, the fact that he waited by me. I love you, Mason. "You didn't have to wait; Ann and mom can take care of me." He walks to the kitchen in the next room. He comes out with a bowl of soup and Ann by his side. And demands that I eat all of the soup. She checks my temperature and my heart rate. "Honey, your attack was long, yet very steady. Both your heart rate and temperature are perfect now. How do you feel?" I look to Mason who is now back to reading his book. "I feel fine." I really am unsure of how my body feels, but as for my heart, it is whole. Ann leaves us alone after I agree to eat. I don't say a word for the longest time, because I love watching his eyes light up while flipping through the pages. He gets to a stopping point, and puts the book down. "How are you truly feeling, princess?" I smile, "I would feel better if you took me outside." He looks confused. "Why? Do you even feel strong enough?" Yes, if you're with me then I can do anything. "Yes. Please." He gets up and removed the rag placed on my forehead and then kisses my forehead. He scoops me up in his arms and grabs his jacket on the way out.