The Story of Us

Chapter 11

It was uneventful.

The whole evening went as you would expect. I helped Harry change into another hospital gown, gave him his opium shot and settled down in the chair to finish reading my book.

Harry played the guitar well into the evening. He knew I wasn't going to say anything because I already said what needed said. He got the hint when he tried to get me to talk.

I wasn't cruel. I cared enough for his health to make sure he wasn't catching another fever and I even kept up on his care, but he didn't owe me conversation and I didn't owe him. So, we retreated to our own worlds and his was obviously more creative than mine.

Mine was about a corrupt government and his was this beautiful story about love, loss and sadness. The man had more emotions than a PMS'ing girl on her period.

"First light." I finally spoke, turning to set my book down and curl into the cushioned chair away from the infuriating human in my bed.

I miss my bed. I forgot what it was like to sleep in my bed and even fantasized having sex with it to show my gratification.

However, that was just my insanity letting itself run wild and I quickly got a check on that. I'm not a nymph. I am also not a sexual creature running around having sex with everything.

"Bellerose – "Harry tried, but I cut him off.

"Goodnight, Harry. Go to bed." I grumbled, hugging my arms to me and pressing my face into the back of the chair. Not comfortable while wearing a mask – that's for sure.

"Will you please talk to me? Come on, I didn't mean to –"

"GO TO SLEEP!" I whirled my head around with my body following, my voice bellowing in echo around the cave.

Beeja quit clucking.

Hell, I think she jumped in her nest, because I didn't hear her the rest of the night.

Harry cleared his throat quietly.

"Alright. Goodnight, Bellerose." Harry responded softly, gently putting the guitar back against the cave wall and positioning his chest and stomach against the blanket he had been using.

I glared at the back of the chair and wondered if I should just make the trek now. He was from another world and we were simply two different existing species visiting the same planet having nothing in common.

I growled, figuring I would drive home a point where he would get the message that I didn't want to talk. Not to him, not to anyone.

It was silent then. I eventually heard his even breaths. Harry could fall asleep quite easily, maybe because he didn't let things bother him. He was stuck in this situation and he was trying to make the best of it.

I was stuck in the same situation and I didn't handle stress very well. Hence me screaming at him to go to sleep. That would only work at night. I can't imagine it would go over so well at three in the afternoon.

Not that he would know because, uh – no clocks around here.

Like I said, no matter. He was going to be out of my hair in mere hours anyhow.

Thank you Lord!

Let's skip my severely sleep deprived night and cartoon the sun just peaking over the sky.

At least, that's what I should have seen when looking at the crack of the door.

I saw nothing.

Nadda.

Zip.

Zilch.

You get the picture. Bellerose see no light.