Another Cliché Love Story

Emanuel

I wake up in the hospital.

My body is heavy and numb and many needles are sticking me.

I look around with blurry vision and see a figure at the foot of my bed.

It's definitely a guy. He is tall with a strong build and something dark and yet warm about him.

"Elijah?" I ask.

My vision comes to and the man in front of me isn't Elijah, but someone who looks just like him.

He has his warm brown eyes and sharp facial features. He has the build of an athlete and wears Elijah's worried expression.

"I'm Emanuel."

"You're his brother." I reply, trying to sit up, but pain warns me not too.

He smiles. "It's good to know he talked about me, all bad things, I hope. But Elijah sent me to keep an eye on you. He said in his own words 'make sure my Princess gets everything she wants'."

He starts laughing a few moments after that. "So now I just want to say it's a pleasure to meet you, the girl who has my brother by the balls. Please, tell me all about you."

I chuckle. "Well if you don't mind, I have questions of my own that I think you could answer."

He nods taking a seat at the edge of my bed. I notice the many scars on his wrists and one on his neck.

"How is he?"

He does in a quick intake of air and sighs.

"Well there was a bomb." He starts off and my heart catches. "And it was planted across the locker room. He cracked his sternum and then smoke filled locker room. He was there for a good five minutes so his lungs and heart are fucked up even more."

"God, that sounds awful. Is he alright?"

"He's awake. He can write, but the doctors said he can't talk."

"Did they find who did it? How long have we been here?"

"A month and a half."

"What that's like two fucking months? I've been sleep for that long."

He nods and I let that all sink in.

What kind of person would fucking do that?

Who bombs a locker room?

What the fuck?!

I look around the room and see get well cards everywhere and hundreds of flowers and a blanket on the corner on a small couch.

"Whose stuff is that?" I ask.

"Um this girl with a kid. She's been here every day after school and nearly ripped my head off."

"Beatrice." I whisper to myself and smile.

I look at my right arm and see I am wearing a cast.

This is the first time I've ever broken a bone. I don't like it and it sure as hell will be my last.

"Who else has been here?" I ask.

"Your mother and sister. Other family members I guess and me of course." He smiles.

"Last question for now." I tell him.

He nods. "Shoot."

"Did they find the mother fucker who did it?" I ask.

"Nope." He answers, shaking his head. "They're still looking and from the tapes it's a woman."

"And the person that hit me. Is that person okay?" I ask.