Don't take my memories~Drier

Chapter six-let me feel something

Drew's PoV
    As the hours passed by and slowly, the staff around me began to disappear, replaced by the people who worked the long night shift, my anxious mood got worse and worse, until I could barely even breath and I felt as though all the air was slowly being extracted out of my ever shrinking hospital room, leaving me with nothing but a tight, constricted feeling in my chest. My fear started to set further in and all night long I tossed and turned hopelessly on my uncomfortable bed, my eyes never leaving the thin door to my room, or the windows that let me see out into the corridors, where I had first spotted him. Although there was very little movement outside my room for most of the long night , as most of the staff left to go see their families and the night staff had learned to be catious around me, every time somebody did happen to appear outside my room, or I caught sight of an advancing shadow, I would start panicking once more, fearing that if was him, the boy who shouldn't have been here in the first place, and who had pratically scared me to death.

By him, I meant the red haired boy who had appeared mysteriously outside my room just hours ago, and ultimately started this anxious turmoil and discomfort inside of me, even though, technically speaking, he hadn't done anything wrong or remotely threatening towards me. In fact, the boy had seemed rather kind and, judging by the sympathetic look I had caught sight of in his deep, hazel eyes, momentarily, it seemed as though he cared deeply about me and the fact that he had accidentally stumbled upon me crying like that, even though he didn't know a single thing about me

In any other circumstance than my own, it wouldn't be hard to imagine the pair of us as friends, yet, things simply couldn't be like that anymore. I couldn't have friends, I couldn't trust anyone in that way ever again. Trusting people only seemed to hurt me and so, I vowed the day I was dragged into the hospital that I would never love or trust a single soul again, for fear of being hurt in the same way again, by someone who was supposed to care and stick by me through it all.

That was the reason I freaked out so much when the boy appeared; I didn't want to be around strange people who could potentially hurt me and who I didn't know a single thing about, in case they couldn't be trusted, or in case they had the intention of getting close to me, like the boy from my me memory once had, before he had heartlessly betrayed me and brought me here to be somebody else's problem. I didn't want anyone weird to know about me, or which part of the hospital I sadly hailed from, in case they tried to use the fragile information against me in some way, or took it upon themselves to try visit me again,thinking that I needed the company or wanted their friendship in my life.

I sighed slightly as the first signs of daylight begin to flit through the regulation blinds that covered my outside window, ultimately telling me that the fearful night was over and that Luke would soon be here, to offer me a strange sense of comfort and support. Although I knew I couldn't ever fully trust anyone again, I felt comfortable enough around Luke to tell him most of the things that were bothering me, as he had never once proved himself to be different to what he said he was, or to be different to the kind doctor he posed as. He had only ever tried to help me during my time here, even on the days when I was utterly beyond help, and would scream unfairly at him to leave me alone to wallow in my self pity. He was one of the only doctors here who didn't push me to do things I didn't want to do, or to reveal private information against my will. Instead, if he touched upon a sensitive subject, he never pressured me and merely informed me that he would always be there for me to talk to if the pain ever got too much for me to carry alone.

I sighed and slowly climbed off my hospital bed, shivering as my bare feet hit the cold, tiled floor, yet, in my daze, my tired mind barely seemed to care about the shivers wracking through my weak body. I slowly made my way towards my window and rested my cool head against the glass, licking my dry lips hastily as I stared out into the desolate corridor, trying to convince myself that there was nobody strange out there, and that there would never be anybody strange stood outside my room again, that the red haired man had simply been a one off. Yet, after what had happened yesterday and the fact that the seed of doubt had been planted in my head, I knew that I wouldn't be able to forget this any time soon.