Burn slow

Chapter 29|Together till the end

POV Xavier

- What are you doing here? - I mumbled and looked at Bianca indifferently. I continued staring at the window, watching the rain pouring down the streets.
- Just wanted to check on you, - Bianca explained herself, looking at me with those puppy eyes.
- I am fine, - I grunted, still paying zero attention to my visitor. - Can't you see?
- I see, - Bianca answered after a pause. She walked forward, getting closer. - I heard about the story that happened last night. About you and Wednesday... she has been transported to another ward after...
- I don't want to talk about it, - I interrupted Bianca. She knew nothing about what she was talking about, and Bianca was the last person in this world I would like to talk to about Wednesday.
- That's alright, - Bianca looked at me with sorrow and that made me strive to push her out of the room. - What do you want to talk about then?
- Nothing, leave me alone, - that was the most polite thing that I could response with.
- Whatever you say, - Bianca lowered her eyes and quickly left the room, and I almost didn't feel guilty for banishing her.
The rest of the day scrolled by like a black and white movie. In the evening the nurse gave me the pills because of which my eyelids got iron. When I was closing my eyes, I saw Wednesday, how I was gravitating towards her miniature silhouette, and her cold eyes pulled me towards her like a magnet. With a slight smile on my lips I fell asleep, it was my first time when I didn't see any dreams. It was peacefully, but I couldn't see Wednesday, and it didn't work for me. If I couldn't see her in reality, I had to meet her at list in my dreams.

The morning crawled through the window. The sun hit my eyes, and I turned my head to the side with displeasure. My nose smelled a tender flavour, and my eyes quickly noticed toasts with cheese on my bed table. My empty stomach emitted a growling sound.

I reached for a crispy piece of bread and felt a milky taste enveloping my mouth. There was a glass of juice on the bed table, and I sipped it. Blackberry juice. What a bitter irony.
- May I? - Bianca picked through the door gap. I shortly nodded.
- Did you bring that? - I asked Bianca with suspicion.
- Yep, - Bianca smiled being happy that I noticed her try to take care of me.
- Nice, - I lowered my eyes, feeling the confusion. - Thanks.
- Happy to help, - Bianca delicately smiled with warmth. - We are friends, right?
Bianca set on the plastic white chair near my bed. She put her hands on her laps, looking at me worryingly with her siren blue eyes.
- Right, - the corners of my lips were lifted up but my eyes stayed lowered. I moved my arm and the sharp pain stroke my spine like a lightning.
- Pain? - Bianca leaned forward. - Should I call a doctor? - Bianca slightly touched my hand.
- No, - I stopped her immediately. - It's fine. Already passed. - I lied.
Bianca stroked my hand and breathed out loudly. I tried to sit up but quickly realised that I needed assistance. I dotted Bianca with my eyes and then lowered them.
- I need to... sit up, - my throat was dry and sore.
- I could help you with it, - Bianca sat closer to me.
I nodded, looking in front of me. Bianca nodded in response and came so close to me so I could feel her perfume with the fresh scent of sea that I used to adore when we were together. Bianca embraced my body and helped me pull a little bit up. At some point she stopped and looked at my eyes. Her irises were blue and deep like ocean. But not that deep like dark abysses of Wednesday's waters.
I pulled away, turning my head towards the window. Bianca got my signal and sadly pursed her lips.
- I'll come in the evening, - she promised. - Do you want anything?
- No, - I growled. - I wanna sleep.
- Alright, I will leave you here. Just let me know if you want something.
I looked at Bianca, and my heart squeezed. She longed to help me and I just pushed her away.
- Okay, - I breathed out quietly. Bianca was about to disappear behind the door but I added. - Thank you, Bianca.
A warm smile swung on her face and it warmed my heart - she was still my friend.

The week passed. And then another one. I was dying, being tortured by my own thoughts, and then I was dying from the boredom, when my pills calmed me down.