Chapter 4
Zyra's POV
The moment I saw the police dogs out of their cages, I knew that one of us will be bitten, but I never knew that it's got to be me. I've never experienced to be in that situation, no wonder why my body won't cooperate with my mind. All of a sudden, everything was black. And when I already saw a ray of luminescence, I'm in a place I've never been slept before. Hospital. Nah! I hate being there. It seems like I'm such a weak person to belong there.
It's quite embarrassing that Chris' parents saw my clumsiness and foolishness as well, in our very first meeting. Who would even know that they're here in the Philippines? Oh well, I wasn't informed then.
I screwed everything up. I revealed my secret surprises, and I even made him angry and sad at the same time. How am I going to fix these things with just one leg to support me? Oh! Speaking of my legs, the other one with rabies implant starts to ache a little. But the pain that my heart is feeling right now is more painful than the pain on my leg. What can I do? I can't return back in time and correct my mistakes. I'm just stuck here with my butt on the immovable chair of melancholy. Are there medicines for heart aches specifically emotional pain?
I guess not. Before I forgot! It's already time to drink my meds . Ah, so that's why my leg's aching. I looked at my bag, but there are no medicine found. Oh no! Where did I left those? Perhaps?
As I was busy looking and thinking for the answers, I heard a knock at the door. Perhaps it's my roommate because it's already twilight and I guess her classes are done. Since I know she has a key, I didn't stand up to open the door for her. But the knocking continues, so I guess it's not her. I have no choice but to stay out of my comfort zone and entertain the knocking-fella.
I opened the door and blinked for several times after looking at the scene.
It's Chris. A very rain-kissed image of him. He stood in front of me with his right hand reaching out the wall, the other hand in his pocket with his mouth making the panting verb. The raindrops flowed from his hair onto his nose line down to his body. I just looked at him and blinked for another several times. Here I go again, I don't know what to do if he's involved in these kind of situations.
"What happened? What are you doing here?"
He didn't say a word. He just handed me a plastic. And just by holding it, I can sense that those are my medicines. Perfect timing! I'm looking for these. I never thought it was with him and he'll actually bring this to me despite of our little misunderstanding a while ago.
"Better drink that now. The nurse said never delay or else,"
"I know. Thank you for your effort. I have a towel for you. Wait a second."
"No need. I'll go home now. I'm just here to give you that. So, I gotta go then."
"Wait! I'm really sorry for what happened. If you'll not accept my towel, then I guess you need help for your design. You can just approach me. Maybe I can help. I know I can. I love architecture, and plants too. Maybe those interests are enough for the requirements. Am I right?"
I smiled at him to assure him that I'm willing to help. He looked at my face at first. Maybe to check if I'm sincere. And afterwards he replied a smile to me.
"I'll think about it."
He made his way down the stairs and I just followed him through my eyes.
I'm happy of the Chris I saw tonight. The helpful and caring shade of him. My thoughts diverted into the possible things he's been doing as I was asleep in the hospital. I never knew he could be like this to me even though he always makes fun of me. And that rainy image of him? Well, it kinda increased his masculinity tho. But his cuteness in his wet-look prevailed.
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