Boy Meets Girl

Boy Kisses Girl

I glanced at the clock, it was almost midnight. Alexander hadn't come home yet. I was terrified for him. I had never been worried about someone before, at least, not like I was for Alexander. I couldn't understand my infatuation with him. It was like he had some invisible power over me. When I saw him walk out of his apartment with Thomas and Cynthia to go to the hospital, my stomach churned and I saw all of the possible bad things that could happen to him. It scared me so much, I started to cry.

I knew that going to the hospital was a good thing for him. He was acting so weird. I didn't know him long enough to know if this was normal, but he kept on saying that I would disappear, or that I changed clothes. I was still wearing the skirt that I wore when I first met him on the subway, sure it had gotten dirtier and there was a musky smell coming off of it, but I hadn't changed.

I sighed as I ran my fingers through my hair. I wanted to cry again, this time out of frustration. I shouldn't worry about Alexander, not like this. I was making myself sick with worry. He was going to be fine. They would probably just give him stitches, some pain medication, and then send him on his way. Unless he decided to steal medication from the pharmacy…I closed my eyes and begged for the image of Alexander in handcuffs to get out of my head.

I hadn't had a vision of him since he left, which made me uncomfortable. I've never wanted a vision before, but now I was practically begging for one. I wanted so badly to have a clue, any clue, that Alexander was okay.

The door to the apartment opened. I jumped and turned my full attention to it. Alexander walked in. He was wearing a jacket, even though he didn't leave with one. He kept his head down and I could see white bandage wrapped around the hand with a cut. I let out an involuntary gasp. Alexander turned towards me, his eyes wide with either shock or the pain medication that the doctors drugged him with.

"You're still here?" he gasped.

I nodded. I didn't make any movement to get off of the couch. I was afraid that he didn't want me to stay or expected me to leave.

He walked towards the couch as he shrugged off his jacket. I put my feet onto the cushion I turned my body so the lower part of my back was leaning against the arm rest. I smiled. Alexander sat in front of me.

"Thank you for staying." He smiled back at me.

"What did the doctors say?" I asked as I grabbed his hand. I brought it to my lap and stared at the bandages. There was no blood.

"It needed stitches," Alexander said. "Thomas's dad is a doctor so he didn't charge me. He also gave me a bottle of pain medication for the discomfort." Alexander reached into his jacket's pocket and pulled out a prescription bottle. He held it out for me. I grabbed it from him and read the name of the medication, Clozapine. That wasn't for pain.

"Do you mind if I have this?" I asked as I wrapped my fingers tighter around it.

He shook his head. "No, I have more like it in the medicine cabinet."

"Like this?" I held up the bottle. My stomach did a flip.

Alexander shook his head. "Not that specific medication, but I have pain medication in my cabinet."

"Oh," I sighed in relief.

"Why do you want that medication?" Alexander asked, frowning.

"The hospital I stayed at use to give this to me when I was under their care," I answered as I put the bottle on the coffee table.

"It takes awhile for it to kick in," Alexander said. I looked back at him.

"You've already took some?" I asked. My stomach churn and I felt anxious. I didn't know why I was feeling anxious, I knew what the medication was for, it would've probably helped him, but a part of me still didn't want him to take it.