In Our Hearts

eight > hospitality

I woke up to find myself on a patient's bed in the hospital with curtains covering me like I was in quarantine. And next to my bed, was my mom sleeping on the chair. There was a mug of coffee, on a round table next to her.

I turned my head around too quickly, making my wound hurt. "Ah," I said shortly, waking my mother up.

"Honey, Riley. Are you okay?" My mom put both hands on my forehead then slid them down to my cheeks. She had a worry look and her cheeks were wet with what I thought would be tears.

"Where's Maya?" I wanted to see her. I wanted to make sure she was okay. I tossed the blanket aside and put my legs down to stand before my mother stopped me from doing so. The pain from my wound was nothing compared to the pain from my heart.

"Riley, stop. You're still in an unstable condition." My mother laid me down again as I struggled a little. "No, mom I want to see my best friend!" My voice was loud. My throat hurt when I screamed and my sight was getting blurry with my tears.

"Honey, she's fine. You need some rest first." She tugged my hair behind my ear and succeeded in laying me down.

"Is everything okay?" Farkle popped from behind the curtain. An uneasy look was plastered onto his face. He heard my scream. His hair was messy and his eyes looked tired, like he just woke up from his sleep.

"Oh Farkle, everything's fine." My mother grinned and rubbed her thighs, back and forth.

Farkle nodded and before he could turn to leave, he changed his mind. "Mrs Mathews, if you want, I can look after Riley now. You still hadn't eaten since morning." He looked at my mom and then back at me.

I looked at the clock that was hung on the white wall over the curtain railings. It was almost nightime.

"Oh thank you honey, but it's ok-"

"Mom it's okay. You'll starve," I voiced out. I would really like my mom to stay. She was so nice to be here by mu side. But I won't let her starve. I mean, she could get gastric.

She looked at Farkle then back at me. She stroked my head and kissed my forehead before leaving.

I watched her dissapear behind the curtains. At the same time, Farkle walked towards the seat beside the bed where my mother sat just then.

"You drool," I said as soon as I saw saliva at the edge of his lips. He wiped them off, feeling embarassed. But I didn't care. I didn't care if he looked messy, if I looked messy. I wouldn't care if I lost my sight or voice or hearing. I wouldn't care if I lost my memory or gone crazy. I just didn't want to lose Maya.

My pain receptors were making me stressed out a bit. I could sense pain on my elbows, knees, toes, wrists, head, chin - almost everywhere.

I turned to my right side, facing Farkle after not feeling comfortable with my previous position. He was too near to the bed, probably because my mom pulled it closer when I was still sleeping.

He looked at me with a crooked smile and leaned against the cushion seat. I smiled back at him before my eyes travelled to his shirt. I wasn't paying attention to it actually since my mind was somewhere else.

"How long have I been here?" I managed to say. My eyes were still glued to his clothes.

"Two days." He nodded slowly and wrapped his hands together, tightly.

If my soul was still with me, I would jump, feeling shocked. But now I feel spiritless, like I had no life. Like I've been staying in bed all day, just staring at the blank cieling.

It was January second. People around the world would still be celebrating New Years, endlessly while I'm here in the hospital, feeling all snotty and weak.

"How's Maya?" My question made him stay quiet. He stared at his sweaty hands. And as soon as he was about to say something, I didn't want to know. "Don't tell me." I cut him off. "I want to see her myself," I immediately said. He nodded, saying, "okay."

I turned back to my previous position, facing the cieling - the white cieling. Although it was blank, I could see words on it. They were my thoughts.

Why did Farkle hesitate when I asked about Maya? Is she alright? Is she hurt? But I don't want to know. What if it's bad? What if it's worse than what I think? What if she's-

That was it. I couldn't. I couldn't finnish my thoughts because I was scared. I couldn't afford to imagine what had happen that night. I wasn't going to relive the situation. I closed my eyes and everything was dark. I licked my dry lips and then I dozed off to my weird dreams.

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I'm sorry but maybe after this chapter is going to be Chapter 10, skipping Chapter 9. It wasn't arranged properly and I'm still trying to arrange it but Wattpad's being a brat so in any case just read Chapter 9 first after this.

With yummy cookies,
Terra Bayna