Delirium

03

  Ok so brief explanation on what the procedure scars are: You know how I said that everyone has the procedure when they turn 18? Ok so once you take the procedure you can't fall in love and you are officially safe from love-also you can't give it to someone. They are SAFE. So apart from your ID's saying that you are cured or not, a quick easy way of telling are the scars. The procedure leaves three small dots (scars) on you neck a little under your ear that form a perfect triangle. People are very proud of their scars since it symbolizes that they are safe and have followed the rules, because of this men don't have very long hair and women typically hold their hair up so that their scars can be seen. ok just thought you guys should have a little background or would want to remember! Thanks and enjoy:




"Hello, I see you're up." said the person standing at the door. It was a guy. His eyes were a piercing blue, his black hair was messy, and he had the most amazing smile I had ever seen. My breath was caught in my throat. I couldn't breath. I couldn't talk. I could only stare at him-and his perfection.
He chuckled lightly before saying "I've been waiting for you."
He has been...waiting for me?
Say something.
Right.
How do I talk again?
"Excuse me?" I asked. My voice sounded like I had cried for hours, but at least I had managed to say something.
"I've been waiting for you to wake up. Your friends have been too."
The words slowly made their way to my brain.
He had a smudge of dirt on his nose.
"H-how long have I been out?"
"1 week."
"What?!"
"Sorry did I say week? I meant 1 day." his face remained serious but his eyes twinkled with amusement.
Suddenly I felt very angry. I knew he hadn't said that to offend me-most likely it had been to make me feel more comfortable-but it rather annoyed me. Why? I am not sure.
"Does my family know?" I asked through gritted teeth
"Yes. They are on their way here now..." He must have noticed that he had angered me in some way because he frowned. The corners of his lips curled down ever so slightly.
There was a small scratch on his cheek.
"And my friends?"
"They're outside. Sit down-I'll go fetch them for you."
I nodded and careful sat back down.
The door closed leaving me feeling incredibly lonely. I longed for the boy to come back-even if I found him annoying.
Drip.
What is that?
Drip.
I looked around.
Drip.
Where is it coming from?
Drip.
The sink.
Drip.
Knowing I couldn't walk very well I tried to scoot over to the sink.
Drip.
This thing is making me go crazy.
Drip.
I stretched my hand over to the sink.
Drip.
I can't reach.
Drip.
Stretch.
Drip.
Almost there.
Drip.
"AHHHHHHH!" I screamed as I threw my weight so that I could reach the sink. But instead I fell on the cold white tiled floor.
Drip.
It smells like Chlorine.
Drip.
Kill me.
Drip.
I tried to roll to the side so that I could stand up. It was an idiotic idea from my part since my entire leg was aching. Tears slipped out of my eyes as I desperately tried to stand.
Drip.
Is it me or is the water falling faster?
Drip.
This room is too small.
Drip.
Is the door locked?
Drip.
I cant get up.
Drip.
Where are they?
Drip.
Why is it taking them so long?
Drip.
I am alone.
Drip.
I can't breathe.
Drip.
The door opened and I turned relief running through me. I'm not alone. I can breathe. Someone is here.
The first one to step in was the boy.
"She'll be alright-" he stopped in his tracks as his eyes landed on me. I looked up at him and feel like I could cry. I have never seen someone so beautiful in my entire life. He dropped to his knees and took my arm. I winced at his touch. I am not use to people touching me. Much less a boy. But I'm weak-to weak to push away. I'm to scared too. He senses my fear so he shifts so that I have full view at his neck. There under his ear lay the three dots. Scars that the procedure leaves. The fear flows away. He is safe. So I let him take my arm and help me back on the bed.
Anya and Jane walked through the door and gasped at me. I suppose I'm more of a mess than I thought. The boy lets go of my arm, respectfully stepping back allowing my friends to come closer.
Anya and Jane quickly begin to ask me things like 'Are you alright? How do you feel?' But they're speaking t0o fast and their words mash into an indecipherable mess. My head feels heavy as my eyes wander the room. The boy has moved now, he is at the sink-that has now stopped dripping.
I wonder if he stopped it because he knew it was bothering me, or if it was bothering him too. There are three questions circling my mind.
1.Who is the boy?
2.Where am I?
3.What happened?
I turn to my friends and I realize they have stopped talking, I take the opportunity.
"What happened? Where am I?" I turned to the boy "And who are you?"
He lazily leaned against the wall opposite me.
"You are in the hospital room of California University. My name is Oliver Chase. I am a student in the medical field here at California University. Since it is Saturday no one has classes, but I came because I realized I had left my Homework in my locker. I was on my way home when I saw you crash with the old willow tree next to campus. I helped your friends carry you here, cleaned you up and called your relatives. You fractured your right leg bone, you have a bad cut in your left arm, but other than that you'll be perfectly fine." He answered calmly.
"Thank you, Oliver" I mumbled liking the way his name rolled on my tongue.
He smiled. That breath taking smile.
"No problem. I just hope the next time I see you, it won't be because you crashed into a tree."




It's been a week since the accident. I feel better although my leg still hurts a lot and it's still bandaged up. Aunt Lucia won't let me out of her sight, much less on my bike. I've practically stayed in my room this entire time with nothing to do. Now I know that there are 37 miniature dots on my door-and plan to get rid of them. There is also a red stain of something on Natalie's closet and a yellow line (from a crayon i suspect) on Reyna's mirror. My dreams have gotten better, and I seem to be resting-although Oliver warned me that this would be a side effect from the pills:more sleep.
Turns out Oliver is the top of his class-"A medical Genius" as my uncle calls him. It also turns out that my uncle is one of Oliver's professors at the University so when the doctor recommended a nurse or someone with a medical background to check in on me once in a while-my uncle recommended Oliver for the job. Oliver visits me once a day. We don't talk much and as soon as he's finished checking my injuries he leaves. Strangely I enjoy his company, and even look forward to seeing him everyday. I wonder if that's bad...I wonder if-
"Knock knock, can I come in?" came Oliver's soft voice
"Yes! I'm in here!"
Oliver came in smiling.
"Hello. How are you feeling today, Andy?"
A lot better now.
"Better"
"Good. If you keep healing up in this pace, you won't need me to come over anymore."
"In that case I feel terrible." I joked