I woke up to a sudden movement on the right side of my bed, to what sounded like a steel chair screeching across the infirmary tiles.
I slowly shifted to see who it was and was met by a sad gaze coming from none other than Killian himself.
I looked at the time and it read 3:00 on the dot. Not one minute too late or one minute too early.
I sat up in a sitting position, trying to calm down the wave of nausea that's threatening to come out my mouth and spill everywhere.
The dream didn't come back this time, and it left me to think if it's for the best. I still couldn't get the mans voice out of my head, it was like a mere shadow sitting in the back of my mind crouched in a corner. Waiting for the right time when I'm vulnerable enough to strike me with another stomach churning, headache feeling dream.
Leaving me to wonder if they're even dreams at all, but messages.
Killian's soothing voice pulled me out of my deep, patronizing thoughts and back into the reality of my condition and the world that revolves around it.
"How are you feeling amore?" He wondered aloud, worry laced in his thick Italian accent.
And to be honest with you, I don't even know yet. Sick, annoyed, anger, sadness, remorse, regret and a million other emotions weighing over my lips, threatening to spill out and share their secrets to one another. Mocking me.
As I struggled to sum up a good explanation the only words that could forge their way out was "I'm fine."
A flicker of emotion rushed through his penetrating gaze of green eyes burning over my body. He acted as though he was about to say something but then closed his gaping mouth fighting against whatever was currently on his mind.
A minute passed with complete silence that felt like a millennium, and I decided to speak what was on my mind if he wouldn't.
"You know, in a perfect world I would be sitting on my leather couch in the living room of my home and be watching the next episode of Teen Wolf like I promised myself. Wondering what Scott would do to Jackson next and awaiting the next episode on Monday. You know, the normal problems a teenager tends to have." I say, day dreaming the scenario in my head while staring at the white ceiling above me.
"But sadly, the world isn't perfect and I have problems someone else should have. Excruciatingly, painful problems" I say laughing at my condition, "and to think that less than 48 hours ago I was perfectly fine and watching Teen Wolf, makes this world even more unexplainable." I say looking at Killian now, staring into his green eyes that are so vibrant, and beautiful.
"In other words, this is complete bullshit." I say rolling my granite grey eyes.
Suddenly I hear the most amazing sound I ever heard in my life, and finally putting together that it was just Killian laughing. Like, genuinely laughing. His head reaching for the skies and howling with trials and trials of laughter. Knowing too well, his dimples were showing off in all its glory. His pearly whites shining in the setting Sun rays. I will admit, I can't help but chuckle at his sudden outburst.
The ambiance in the room changed from gloomy, to pure happiness in a matter of seconds and it helped. I felt a sudden tingle in the pit of my stomach but it didn't hurt, it was like a seed being planted in a deserted area with no water but somehow it learned to bloom with nothing but its own self love and acceptance. Not caring about what the outcome of its appearance may be. And pretty soon it bloomed creating more and more seeds to share its confidence with, and before I knew it, I was a field springing into life blooming from every corner and joint in my body.
