Sorry, I Love You!

19. The Truth!

Eugene Hansen's POV...

"How are you feeling today?" Dr. Neal (my doctor) asked me as I joined him for my regular check-up. It had been a week since I got discharged from the hospital and returned home. But, still he didn't allow me to return school as I was still weak and needed time to get healed. I thought about returning to school anyways but the pounding in my head forced me to oblige him.

"Well, that depends. Can I get back to school or not? What does the report say?" I asked, clasping my hands tightly as I leaned forward on the table. Beside me, Chris perked up his ear coming in full attention to what the doctors had to say.

"Someone is really eager to get back school, huh? I haven't seen boys your age so desperate to attend boring lectures in such a long time." He said, amused.

"Oh, he has good reasons for that." Chris stated matter-of-factly but the double meaning underneath that line wasn't missed by me.

"Yeah, yeah, sure he has. Coming back to your questions, I studied your reports and I am really happy to inform you that you have healed quite quickly than expected though the wound on your head is still delicate but it will be ok within few weeks."

"So, does that mean I can go back to school?"

He smiled. "Yes, you can."

"That's great news. Thank you, doc." I exclaimed happily and stood up to shake his hand.

"It's my job. But, be careful with your injuries."

"I will make sure of that. I don't want any more reason to stay at the hospital." I joked. He laughed and nodded once before finally Chris and I marched out of his cabin.

Finally, after a week of staying home, I can resume school. Never in my life had I imagined that I will be so eager to get back to school just so....... I could see her again. Since my return from the hospital, I had not been able to meet her. She called me once or twice to ask how I was doing but never said anything about coming to see me at home. And, I didn't force her as well.

After the meeting she'd with my father about two weeks ago, I was sure she was scared to see him again. I didn't blame her though. My father could be a bit intimidating.

"So, finally after a week-long of separation, you get to see Abigail, huh? Care to share some joy with your best friend?" Chris winked mischievously.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"You really think you can lie to me? You wound me."

"Shut the hell up, will you?"

"So, you are really telling me that you are not at all excited about seeing her?"

I halted in my step to give him a good look. He had that all too familiar knowing smirk, plastered across his face. "Why don't you just cut the crap and tell me what exactly is going on in that stupid head of yours?"

"Someone's snappy today."

"Chris –"

"Alright, alright. But, just so you know you are the one who told me to tell you what I am thinking. So, you don't get to get mad."

"And what exactly are you thinking?"

"I think you are into Abigail way more than you think you are. I think you have actually fallen for her....hard." he informed, scrutinizing me with his calculated eyes.

I stared hard, keeping my face impassive in the process as I ran his words through my head. I already knew what I felt for her was way deep than I had let on but he didn't need to know that yet. I knew I would tell him eventually and even if I didn't he would make me spit it out but I was just not ready to accept whatever these feelings are. I was just not ready for it. Not because I didn't trust her – I do – but, I didn't trust myself.