The Chasm

Chapter Fifty One (Delilah's Pov)

Walking into the hospital, I try not to be reminded about the last time I was here. David is laying on the bed, reading some sort of paperwork. 

“Hello Delilah.” He says, setting down his papers. 

“Hello David,” I say, tensing my hands on the bed frame. “How are you doing today?"

“Oh not too bad. I heard about Eric, how is he doing?"

“Still in the coma, I’m afraid. The doctors say that he has a good chance of waking up."

“That’s good. I’m sure he will be okay, just like I will be.” His eyes pick up the paper again and for a moment he isn’t paying attention to me. 

“How? Your legs…” I drift off, not knowing what to say. 

“Oh I’ll be in a wheelchair from now on, don’t worry about me."

“Okay. Are you sure?"

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. You should be with Eric right now. I heard that he was your fiance."

I’m taken aback. How the hell did he know that we were engaged? Oh wait… the cameras. He’s reminding me of my past. 

“Um yes, that’s what people are telling me. He’s a nice guy and I feel bad that his family isn’t here so I looked up his mother from people that knew him to give him a little company if I’m not there."

“Oh. That’s nice. What happened between you two? Do you know?"

 This is a ploy, don't fall for it. If you do, then he knows. The little voice in my head reminds me.

“I don’t know, everyone here says that we had a falling out somehow.” I responded. “He apparently did something that I didn’t like so I fell out with him."

“Oh. Would you like to know the truth?” He says. “I know what happened between you two."

“I really don’t have time for that right now, I should go back to Eric and see if he’s doing okay. Is there any paperwork that I need to do while you are here?” I ask. Might as well be useful. 

“No, no, I have someone else working on those plans. Don’t worry about it. Worry about Eric and make sure he gets better.” He winks at me, and the stabbing pain that he knows appears. I back out of the room, and once I close the door I dash to Eric’s room, where his mother is reading a book. 

Looking up sharply, she’s concerned. “Is everything all right?" 

“Not really. But I can’t talk to anyone about it. I’m sorry." 

“That’s okay. Why don’t you have a seat?” She pats the cushion next to her and I slowly sink down next to her. 

“How about I tell you about myself to calm your brain. Or would you like to know some things about Eric?"

I shake my head. “I don’t know if that would help." 

“It's helped me before, why don't you try it?" 

“Sure,” I mutter. 

“Hmm let's see what I can tell you about him,” She taps her chin, like she’s performing some act. 

“He hated the food in Erudite." 

“Really? I ask. “What's so bad about your food?" 

“He just didn’t want to eat it all the time. Our food isn’t as wide as your food options, so he didn’t want to eat the same thing over and over again." 

“That's weird. I don’t know what you guys have for food but Eric never talked about being a picky eater." 

“He also got in trouble a lot too."