Stitches

Twelve

I woke up five hours later but it feels like I slept for a thousand years. I was excited to go to work and see Spencer. I really hope he's awake now.

I looked for something to eat but there wasn't any. Two things I can cook are fried hotdogs, basically fried anything and instant soup where I will just add water and heat it but right now all that is left in the fridge were vegetables, beef, and chicken. So yeah, I don't fucking know any of them.

I've decided to just drop by at the hospital cefeteria when I arrived and grab anything to satisfy my hunger so I looked for some new pair of scrub suit on my closet and started packing my backpack.

Craite suddenly crossed my mind and I begun looking for my phone. Did he find time to message me? I found it on the inside pocket of my backpack. There are three messages and one missed call; two from Crisfer and one from Craite. He is also the one who called me. I opened Crisfer's two messages first.

Crisfer. +820.....
He's up! He's still in pain but he looks okay.

I open the other message.

Crisfer. +820.....
He wants to see you. Please come soon.

Then I opened Craite's message feeling a little anxious.

Dr. Buttlover +817.....
Open your email.

I took my backpack and went out of our apartment. I can read his email while I am on my way to the hospital. I took the cab again. I settle down on my seat and opened my email.

To: novemberaster@yahoo.com
Subject: california maki

I stopped reading and shook my head. Is he trying to make me laugh at his choice of subject? I sighed and continued reading again feeling my sweaty hands holding my cellphone.

Inbox
My monster is something you should never care about but I guess somehow you have the right to know since i've already told you what you do to me. Still, it is not as easy as how you ask for it. I appreciate you a lot and I like you a lot and if you'd knew what had happened to me, everything will never be like what we have right now. Honestly, I wanted it to stay like this for quite sometime. Although I have to admit, i've been with some girls for quite some time as well. I didn't say this to make you jealous because I hate feeling jealous myself but I just want you to know that I can work things out my way and that involves me not talking about my past. I've proven it. I do hope you understand my ways to make you stay with me.

P.s. I don't want to talk about this things personally so I am using the romantic way; Writing. It is my first time doing this.

Dr. Cray Terrence Stanford

Romantic? Writing is something he can manipulate; make his words sounds like sincere and honest but for sure it is as messy as his shits is. Although saying that it is his first time doing it is satisfying.

First fact: He wants me to stay.
Second fact: I wanted to.
Third fact: I really want to be the one who shares his monsters.

I started typing my reply.

To: Dr. Cray Terrence Stanford
Subject: Romantic

Inbox
First, thank you for letting me know your full name after a month. That, I tremendously appreciate. Second, whatever you say regarding your past relationships (if you call it like that) I will always feel a little jealous and I won't hide it from you. I understand how you want to handle this situation right now and I know you don't mean any harm. The thing is, I want you to look at it at a different angle. It was you who said that somehow I have the right to know your past because I do have a different effect on you. I don't mean to offend you in any way but I am thinking of taking advantage of that overrated ''effect" you're talking about. (at least I made you aware) I don't consider writing as something romantic. Sorry for objecting to your point of view.