Waiting

33

*3 days later*

I laid in my comfy bed, staring at the ceiling. This must not be a good place if I'm here by myself. The only thing that helped me get by was saying that name. It brought an unknown place of happiness, a feeling that no other word gave me.

Almost every other day, so many nurses surrounded me and watched my every move. I didn't like it, but I'm glad they finally left me alone. But I don't like this feeling. I feel like I need company, but I don't want to see new faces.

There was a soft knock on the door, followed by another one. What instrument are these doctors playing?

But the person who came in wasn't a doctor. She was funny looking, like me. But her eyes told a story to me, one I was eager to read.

"Who are you?" I asked. She looked sad, and began to cry. Did I say something wrong? I don't understand.

"My name is Tori, remember?" She asked.

Tori. That's who she was. Why am I so obsessed with her?

"Tori, that's your name. I know that name, can you tell me why?"

"Adam I hope you're not playing with me" she laughed. She has a nice laugh. I smiled when she laugh.

"Who are you Tori?"

She had this look on her face that I've never seen before.

"Please Adam, you have to remember who I am."

I shook my head. Why is she crying, and why can't I make her smile the way she made me smile?

"Don't you remember the time when I wore make up for the first time to impress people and you said I looked like a kar-trash-ian? Don't you remember the time when I thought I permanently dyed my tongue purple and you told me to stop sticking my tongue out or else I'll have Miley's virus? Adam's your name. I'm the girl you fell in love with."

"What is love?" I asked her. Whatever it is, I must have a lot of it for her. Half of the time she was speaking, I was barely paying attention to her words. Her face stuck out to me. Something lingered in my mind, but I couldn't really get a hold of it.

"Love is basically when you feel like spending the rest of your life with someone" she said. "To have someone to pick you up when you're down, and always cheer you up at your worst moments. To share and create memories with."

I sat up and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to me. I didn't know what I was doing or thinking, but something in my mind told me she was right. I used one hand to grab her face and pressed my lips on hers. I don't know why, it just felt right.

"Is that love?" I asked.

"Maybe", she chuckled.

"In that case, I think I do have love for you Tori."

Maybe that's why she's the only thing I can remember.

"Um..." She started. "Look what I'm about to say to you won't make any sense. But I don't think you should use the word love so carelessly. I don't love you anymore Adam. I hate seeing you like this, and I can't fall I love with you again knowing that something like this or even worse can happen."

"Have I hurt you before?" Her eyes looked like she held a lot of pain. Who would want to hurt a beautiful face like that?

She stayed silent for a little while. "Yes", she whispered.

"I must be really crazy then." She started full on laughing. I don't get why. "I'm serious. I won't hurt you anymore. You're too importation."

"Don't you mean important?"

"What's that?"

"When you don't want to let go of someone or something."

I kissed her again, this time even longer. It felt so natural. I managed to pick her up so that she was sitting on me and laced fingers with her. My brain was in overdrive and I knew I had to make the best of this while I could.

"You're important to me then. And I don't know what I just did, but if it made you happy then that's cool" I smiled.

"Please promise me that when you're ok, you don't forget what I told you" she cried.

"Aren't I ok now?"

"N-no. You're sick. We're all sick. We just gotta give it time."

How sick am I? Am I sick for kissing this Tori girl? Am I sick for not remembering anything else? This is not good. How long is it gonna take for me to be okay so I can be with her?

"I don't know who I am, but you make me feel better. I won't forget that."

Her face was blank. I didn't know if I said something wrong. She gave me a hard look and left. I guess for now I'm just waiting. Waiting for both of us to be ok again, waiting to live beyond these 4 lonely walls.

Waiting for her.

I mean, what else can I count on?