The Strings of a Violin

9. Kito

It had been a week now and to my advantage my phone had died. My parents had no way of contacting me since I didn't have a charger and they weren't immediate family to Mariya they wouldn't be able to see me.

Work was lonely without being able to talk to Mariya all day and the doctors say it'll be another day or two before she wakes up. The doctors ran multiple tests and x-rays and found that her legs are crippled, and she won't be able to ever walk again.

When the doctors' told me the news my heart dropped and I became sad for Mariya. What would she do now? What will she think when she wakes up?

So many questions ran through my head but all I could do for her was play away at my violin as she slept peacefully. I was almost done with the song I was writing for Mariya and it was sounding nice in my ears.

Ellie was worried about me since I wasn't eating my meals or sleeping every night. Sometimes she would have to take my violin off of me and put it away and order me to go to bed on the couch.

I would only agree if she told me all about Mariya. So in the two weeks that Mariya was asleep I learned all about her.

Her favorite animal is a cat.
She loves to read books and wishes to write her own.
She wants to travel and see the world, she wants to fly free.
She wishes to apologize to her friends and go back to school lol a normal girl.

But most of all, she wants to be with someone that will love her forever and not care about her likes and dislikes or what she acts like.

I woke up with someone poking me in the head harshly. "10 more minutes," I mumbled while swatting away the hand and turning on the couch.

"Well, glad to know you don't want to say hello to me," a familiar voice said with bitterness.

My eyes shot open to see Mariya sitting in a wheelchair with her legs in casts and her torso wrapped up in gauze. My mouth opened to say something but my eyes responded instead by crying.

"Why are you crying Kito?"

"I'm crying because you're okay," I whispered picking up her hand and holding it against my chest.

Her hair was curled and had a black bow in it. Ellie must of dressed her because she had on a black crop top due to her gauze covered figure and a poofy black skirt.

"I've never saw you wear dark colors before Mariya," I said sitting up and running my free hand through my hair.

"I thought I would give it a shot since I'm never someone that likes change."

"You don't need to change, you're perfect just the way you are."

Mariya blushed and looked away from me embarrassed. "Aw, Kito stop it," she said biting her lip.

"Where's your shawl?" I asked noticing that she wasn't wearing it.

"With my dad, I decided I didn't need to hid under it any more. I think he'd wanted it to remember me by anyways."

I smiled at her and stood making my way behind her wheelchair. "Did the doctors tell you about your legs?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"I'm sorry you won't be able to walk again."

"It's okay, I'll just have you and Ellie take care of me for the rest of my life," Mariya said and giggled.

"How are you so happy at a time like this?"

"The Angels said not to be afraid anymore and that you would help me."

The Angels? Did she die and get revived?

I pushed her wheelchair out of the room and down the hallways to get to the courtyard.

"Do you want to get some fresh air?" I asked.

"Yeah, that would be lovely," Mariya said gazing out the windows and sighing.

The cherry blossom trees had bloomed already and the courtyard was filled with the sweet smell of the flowers. Parking the wheelchair I sat down on a stone bench and held onto Mariya's hand. It was cold to the touch, but soft and inviting.

"Do you ever wish to fly away Kito?"

"What do you mean Mariya?" I asked looking over at her.

"To be free, from the world."

I thought about home and how I wanted to move out and be on my own. "Yeah, sometimes," I whispered. "I don't think I could do it though, knowing myself I would be broke in a few months."

Mariya laughed and rubbed her hands together.

"Cold?" I asked standing up.

"Just a little, I'm sad that summer is coming to an end," she said pouting.

I grabbed the wheelchair handles and guided our way back into the building and towards Mariya's room. "I heard that they're serving ham tonight for dinner," I said teasing her.

"You know I love ham Kito, you shouldn't tease a girl like that."

"You're not a girl Mariya. You are a lady! You are Lady Mariya, Queen of the Free!"

She smiles and ponders on the name. "I like that "Queen of the Free! You should calm me that more often."

"I will then my Queen," I said lifting Mariya onto her bed and moving her legs up and over to the middle.

"Thank you Kito," Mariya whispered.

"For what?"

"Everything."