Death Call (Part 1 complete)

Chap. 2.1 Hospital

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Hospital

It is only him and I inside the room.

There is no doubt at all that he is concern of me. In his eyes, I can see that sympathy of saving me from getting weak. He is asleep for a moment. I see my one foot covered with a thick bandage. I feel comfortable now.

I move my head slowly.

I stare at him while he is quiescent. I remember the past things happened to us when we are both spending each other together. The first kiss, the first dance, and the near loss of my virginity, all of them were always clear in my mind. First, the first kiss is tight and wheezing. I only let mine follow the rhythm of his lips. It is quite confusing, the way he makes me sick because my friends are there and he did that in public. I can call it less than a public display of affection. It is not exactly a P.D.A. but something that he never does to someone he loved the most. Second, it is in his house, the dance that we also dance at the prom. For my entire life, I find my feet hard to move with the music. There is an amputation, a sort of losing one talent, and that is dancing. Nevertheless, it is not the only reason why I cannot call myself a multi-talented. He taught me how to dance. I remember that he is a little bit weird at that time. He moves different from a natural man. I am not accusing him as a gay but it is strange. I love the way he mix the smile on his lips and the sparkling of his eyes whenever we dance, especially at the prom.

The last thing that might happen to us was his hunger of owning me.  That time. I can assure that he is not different from a real man. He is wearing his favorite black colored slim t-shirts. It is clearly to appear that when he is wearing that thing, his whole body forms. He is beautiful. The way he maintains his own sexiness is perfect. I hope I can loose some weight and fats too. I wonder what he eats. Does he eat a special and healthy routine of foods everyday? It is like for example, breakfast - No rice but oats and wheat breads, for noontime - Less rice and less fatty food (I only observe that during noon break at the campus café) , and for dinner, as what he told me, he eats only vegetables or sometimes, he doesn’t have an appetite to take some foods from the fridge. He is in a good diet. If I will do the same, I think that it is hard to survive even in a week. I need stop thinking of that.

I must be positive of myself and not for others.

Thus, at the time he is in his own excitement, his lips gently go down to my neck. I want to stop him but my body is in a stone-like state. It is like cement that covers me throughout. I only close my eyes and then, he stops. I respire hardly. He is sweating at that juncture. He is more handsome than ever when his body coated in sweat. I move forward again, hug him, and smell the fragrance of the aftershave in his hard chest. I spend that moment with him so romantically. I have no options to live on but my choice of being with him forever. It only ends when I meant to say goodbye to him. I am leaving Phoenix at that time but he does not want me to go. He has no power to let me stay and therefore, he completely set me free. We agreed each other in our break up. I move on now and he is happy to his life. Sometimes, he is all I am thinking after I take a rest from the tough work in the museum. It might be the nostalgia of being with him again.

I think wider and broader.

I suddenly hear his voice at my side calling my name.

“Katrina,”

His voice sounds anxiously.

“Dwight, you…” I choke. “Why are you here? Where are they?”

“I am the only who volunteer to take care for you. Sophie will visit you tonight same with Sam and Harry”

“Is Gina still mad at me?” I ask.