"It will be ok. I'm here. I know you can't see, but it's me,Michelle. Your parents and friends are worried about you. But I know you'll be fine.."
I tear up, "right?" I sigh.
"Well, I know you like me 'very very much.'" I chuckle, " I just wanted to tell you," I lean in to whisper.
I whisper into his ear something and I smile at his reaction.
Nothing.
He just stays there, just the same.
"I better get going." I look at my phone with my free hand, still holding his hand with my right, six o'clock.
Suddenly his heart monitor spikes. His eyes fluttered open. I saw his chest rapidly go up and down, moving cohesive with his breathing. I watched him as his eyes darted from place to place, then finally meeting mine.
Our eyes locked.
I opened my mouth to speak, i wanted to speak but I couldn't find the words.
Anger?
Relief?
Happiness?
A weak smile replaced my words. An oh-so familiar smirk appeared on his face,
"Michelle."
"Doctor! You might want to see this!" I yell. The doctor comes running in and he smiles, "well I'd be damned. His test results were scored for you, four out of five. That's good, miss. It's basically gone." His fingers start typing away and nurses come in. Thank god. Happiness filled my soul, my heart.
He gets released in the next few days and I haven't seen him since the day he woke up. I text him,
' why didn't you tell me?'
'I couldn't'
'That isn't an excuse'
'why are you so mad?'
'I'M not mad, stop being so judgy'
' Michelle, why do I like you?'
'Damn, harsh'
'Michelle is everything I do horrible?'
'what?'
'You hate me don't you? Well you've made that damn clear Michelle'
I don't respond. I look outside and it's raining. Great.
I go outside and I realize: what am I doing? I like Ryan. I'm so stupid.
