Unforgettable (Re-writing)

chapter 8

Chapter 8

When we arrived Dylan quickly ran the other side to my door and opened my door. "May I take you're hand' he smiled "of course" I was shocked to where we were. I looked up at the sign, it read "Yule place" I bet my mouth was hanging open. "come on lets go in" Dylan chuckled. We where now inside and heading towards the counter. A girl about are age stood behind the counter. But I didn’t recognise her, as she saw us coming she lowered her shirt a bit so you could quite obviously see her cleavage. She smiled sweetly at Dylan but scowled at me. "reservations under martin" Dylan spoke up, "come this way please I’ll be you're waitress for this evening" she spoke not taking her eyes off Dylan. When we sat at our table "what's wrong" Dylan’s said in a concerned way "nothing. Why?" I questioned. "You just seem agitated" "nothing" I lied "ok" Dylan replied obviously not believing me. After the meal witch Dylan insisted on paying for, we got into my car. As we drove along I started to drift off but I made sure I had a tight grip on Dylan's hand. Never planing to let go. I woke up to the car stoping but I looked around to not be in my familiar surroundings but in a funny smelling car. I sat up and started to panic "you realise your a really deep sleeper" I turned my head to see Dylan on the other side of the car sit up sleepily and take in the unfamiliar surroundings: there's a few restaurants and little shops along the cobbled pavement. It's a beautiful day: the sun shining brightly, birds singing, people walking around chatting and laughing together. I turn back to Dylan who's lips are edging into a playful smile. "Dylan, where the heck are we?" I ask smiling back nervously. "Well, we are here." He replies winking at me, sending shivers down my spine. "Yeah, but where exactly is 'here'?" I ask and he laughs softly and simply says"Italy."

I smiled and jumped in to his arms "THANK YOU" I screamed in his ear. "Anything for my baby" he whispered back. 

“So what do you want to do first then” Dylan exclaimed,”lets go sight seeing” I spoke while grabbing Dylan's hand tight. 

That day we visited the colosseum, and had dinner at a traditional Italian restraint. Where I had chicken pasta in a cream sauce, while Dylan was boring and had a pizza. “I’m tired” I complained as we where walking back to our hotel. “This is to heavy” I complained once again “what did Tia pack.” Dylan chuckled “I honestly have no clue she's a girl I don’t know what you pack.” I stuck my tongue out at him “come on we nearly here” I looked up and there was basically a building about 100 floors. “Wow” I gasped “come on” I looked up to see Dylan standing by the door, soon we where standing outside the door to the room me and Dylan I unlocked the door I poked my head round the door. 

The room was massive. I steeped in dropping my bag half way across the floor leaping onto the bed landing amongst the cold now creased pillows. “You like it then” I just nodded wirily as I buried my head into the sort pillows. 

“Get changed before you go to bed” Dylan whispered softly into my ear, I wearily nodded, I got up making my way to the bathroom. I was kneeling down by my suitcase when something hit my back, I stood up turning back to Dylan, there was one of his t-shirts crumpled up by my feet with a pair of his boxers wrapped up in it. I made my way in to the bathroom, locking the door. I striped of my clothes chucking them into a corner. The t-shirt slipped over my head falling over my hips. I pulled up the boxers so they where under the oversized shirt. 

I made my way out of the bathroom, over to the bed and flopped onto the bed. Soon I felt the mattress sink the other side of our bed, I turned over to see Dylan in boxers and nothing else. I buried my face into the pillow so he couldn't see me, “Aw am I making you blush” he stated. I just shook my head. By now he had taken the light off so I was safe to turn back towards him, the bed moved so I new Dylan was making his way towards me. I finally felt his bare chest touch my hand, shivers jolted down my spine as we adjusted our position so I was practically sprawled out on top of him. “night baby” he whispered into my ear “night, love you’ I whispered back “love you to.” And with that we both fell into a deep slumber.

I shot bolt up in bed, I could feel in coming up my throat, I darted to the bathroom just in time for me to put my head over the toilet and let the bile liquid flow out of my mouth. “Baby? Are you alright?” I mumbled a small yes, before more sick flowed up my throat. The next thing I knew Dylan was behind me holding my hair back. After about ten minuets of throwing up constantly I stood up searching my wash bag for my tooth brush and tooth paste. Then I set a task of scrubbing the bile linger out of my mouth. I rested my head on Dylan's chest closing my eyes, I listened to his soft heart beat, chest rising up and down. “Come on, let’s get you to bed” I nodded letting him know I got his message. I stood up on the cold tiled floor making my way over to the door, but found my self leaning up against the door. “Here I got you” Dylan spoke suddenly by my side, he scoped me up his arms securely wrapped around me. My arms slung lightly around his neck, he carries me back into the room and sets me down soft mattress. I curled up bringing my knees up to my chest. Dylan moved round to the other side getting under the covers. Wrapping his arms round me safely.

I woke up about 7, not being able to move since Dylan’s arm was draped across my abdomen. I traced his toned muscles I turned back over where I had my back to him, then once again it came up my throat. I only had enough time to sit up before it went all over the bed, waking Dylan up in seconds.Soon Dylan was soon rubbing my back trying to sooth me. My guess is that he didn’t care I was throwing up all over the bed sheets. After violently emptying half my stomach, I turned so my legs hung over the edge of the bed. Putting my elbows on my knees, resting my head on my palms. Soon I was up prying the covers off stripping them down, but I soon felt warm hands wrap around my waist. “Let’s go” I gave him a questioning look, “i’m taking you to the hospital” “no i’ll be fine” I spoke back calmly. “Baby you’re sick I need to get you out of here.” I wirily nodded before going to my suitcase, pulling out a pair of joggers and a jumper. Soon I was standing outside the bathroom door waiting for Dylan to arouse. About five minuets went past and finally came out, “ready” he questioned me I nodded. After we got down stairs Dylan had already called a cab so it was waiting down ready for us. “Puoi prendere al piu vicino ospedale per favore?” (can you take us to the nearest hospital please?) Dylan spoke in I’m assuming italian. But god was it sexy. “si” the driver, on our way there I snuggled up to Dylan's chest. I shifted forward as the car came to a holt but soon brought back as Dylan held me tightly. “Quello e 10.43” (that’s 10.43) Dylan handed over the money, then making our way into the large building. By now we had done all the paper work and waiting to see the doctor  “you know when you speak Italian it’s really sexy” I whispered in to his ear “ you know you’re just sexy on you own” He whispered back. That ended me in burying my blushing face into hands. “Don’t hide from me baby” every time he called me that a little peace of me melted. “Lyla Easton” a tall male nurse called. I got up and felt Dylan's hand squeeze mine reassuringly. 

“Hello my name is dr. smith, come with me please” he smiled, we followed him into smallish, light room. There was a raised bed in the corner of the room, next to a cluttered desk and a couple of blue plastic chair. “Please have a seat mr Martin and Lyla could you go and lie on the bed for me please” he reassured us. I made my way over to the bed, after him asking me a few questions he asked me to sit up. “Right I’m going to take some blood now” he spoke, I went into shock “um excuse me do you have to take the blood?” Dylan spoke up, he just nodded. Dylan walked over to me when I felt a tear run down cheek. “Can we have a minuet alone please” Dylan insisted, Dr. Smith nodded and left the room with out a word. “Baby look at me” he inquired, I put my head up slightly “ I know you hate needles but you need to have this done, so we can find out whats wrong with you” he reassured me. I buried my head in his chest until dr. Smith walked back in pushing a tray. “Right are you ready Lyla?” he questioned, “yes” I crooked. He went back to the tray thing and brought out the needle, I just hid my face in to Dylan’s chest, as he put the anesthetic cream on my forearm it was quite cold so I flinched, then I felt the sharp pain. My grip grew tighter on Dylan’s arm as I sobbed in to his chest. About a minuet had passed when I finally felt the needle come out of my arm and the cotton bud go over I was able to move my arm again I leaped into Dylan’s arms wrapping my arms around his neck. “You did so well baby girl” Dylan whispered “right if you leave your number hear I can call you when I get you’re results back” he reassured us. Dylan left his number and we made our way back to the hotel, “right what do you want to do today?” I questioned Dylan “well we are going to have a movie day you’re not going out until we see whats wrong with you” Dylan insisted.