Him By Lyla

Chapter 3 Hands

His hands are soft, warm to the touch. His tears landing on my hand. His breath warm on my hand. “I love you” he says while his voice is low and sad.

I hear a beeping noise, one after the other. My eyes feel heavy, my right hand hurts, I feel heavy. I open my eyes to see Mitchel holding my left hand while he is sleeping with a book on his lap facing up where I could see the title, Crave by Tracy Wolf. I look around the room, posters of lungs before and after smoking, and stickers of kids getting a needle in their arm while smiling. It smells like hand sanitizer and latex gloves. When I tried to speak all that came out was a soft moan, when Mitchel heard it he woke up and reached his other hand and to mine. “Are you okay, do you need something?” His voice was shaky and his eyes were wandering around the room. “I…need…my…dad.” I said while trying to get up, but couldn’t because there was a needle in my arm and my chest hurt a lot. “You dad is speaking with a Cardiologists, you had a heart attack in class and passed out” he said while a tear ran down his tan face. A heart attack, I’m 16 and had a heart attack. “But you are allowed to go home now since you woke up, and I’ll be in charge of getting your homework while you fully recover.”  he said smiling but tears still fell slowly down his cheek. I suddenly remembered that Mitchel was going to tell me something after class, “you were going to tell me something after class. Remember.” I said looking at him. “Oh yay, um, well, I.” he freezes, then my dad and a doctor walks in, she has a white coat on and her hair pushed back behind her ear that had golden little hoops around them. “Hi Della, I’m Doctor March, I performed surgery on your heart, there was nothing wrong when I went in, but you do need to cut down the stress for a little while then you’ll be okay to get back to school.” She said rushing her words, I could rape my head around the fact she saw my heart. 

When I walked into my house the smell I longed for while I was in the hospital came rushing to me. My dad carried my bag to my room and Mitchel helped put things away. “So, who's hungry?” my dad yelled out, after he did my sister Jay and brother Zee ran down the stairs. It felt nice to be home, where I felt comfortable, but Mitchel was still here and I couldn’t help but to stare into his eyes during dinner.