" That's not fair and you know it," He gritted, " You're not the only one who blames themselves for his death."
" He's dead because of me, Exodus!" I yelled before I could even stop myself, " It should've been me laying in the fucking casket, not...
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Now Playing.. Butterflies, by Tyla ... MONTREAL, CANADA
AS I AWAKE FROM MY SLUMBER, I realize that my dreams weren't really dreams. I didn't dream being in a hospital room, because that's where I was. I didn't dream the pain that overwhelmed my body, because that's what I felt.
My body felt like it's been ripped apart and put together piece by piece. The most excruciating pain, though, was in my abdomen. It felt as if someone crushed my bones with no remorse, and my head felt like it was pounding from the base of my skull. The beeping of the heart monitor didn't help the pain, nor did the stench of sterile cleaning areas help the grumbling sound of my stomach.
I stare up at the ceiling, letting my vision slowly clear on its own as I blink away the sleepiness. I only remember little to none, and I definitely don't remember how many hours I've slept either. I crane my neck to look down at my attire, seeing the ordinary hospital gown attire with blue and pink polka dots on the thin paperless fabric.
" You're Awake,"
I jumped, startled at the sound of the voice. I snap my gaze towards the figure, slowly relaxing my tense muscles when I see Exodus sitting there with a tiresome smile on his lips.
His eyes were weary and hanging low, his attire crumbled as he leaned forward with his hands intertwined in his knees. I lean my head against the pillow, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. " Hey," I whispered, mustering up a small smile.
Exodus grabbed the handles of the chair and dragged it closer to the bed, pushing the monitors away softly but close enough that it was still near me. Once he was comfortable with where he was, he sat back down; this time resting his hands on the edge of the bed. " How are you feeling?"
" Like Shit," I admitted bluntly, scratching the side of my temple. I glance down at my gown again, sighing loudly. " I hate hospitals."
He chuckles, " I figured, Lu."
I frowned, looking around the room. I could have sworn that Medjine and Nneka were here. Did I just imagine that too?
As if he read my thoughts, he says " They stepped out for a second,"
" Oh, Okay." I nod, lowering my gaze as I played with the hem of my sheets. An awkward silence loomed over us, and at this moment I didn't know what to say.
Exodus inhales, straightening his posture. " I can go get them if you w-"
" No," I quickly say before I can stop myself. I raise my eyes to meet his, " It's okay,"
He cleared his throat, " Are you sure? I can stay in the waiting room if you don't want me to.. you know,"
" No, I want you here... and I don't want to be alone." I whispered as I shake my head in protest. As I say these things, his muscles relax. almost as if he was expecting me to say otherwise.
