Plato's Theory

chapter 3

a/n

This story has 20 reads now, and it's so awesome! 4 of them are my friends (thanks for all your support, guys!) and the others are just some people on earth who read my story! It's so amazing that 16 people I have never seen take the time to read my story. Thank you so much for reading this, I really appreciate it! It would be great if you comment to let me know what you think ;P 

I know the chapters are short, but it cost me a lot of time to make them, because I write them in Dutch first. Then I translate it, and  I'm going to do a spellingcheck at this chapter, because I found some mistakes in the other two. So it takes a while to make such a chapter as this. 

But well, that's it. Keep reading and... enjoy!

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The two First Aid-people introduce themselfs and examine my whole body. They're so much alike. They're both very tall and skinny, redhead and they both have freckles. They remind me of the computernerds at school. One of them has a longer face, and his cheekbones and jaw are very visible. The other nurse has a smaller face. I already forgot their names, it doesn't matter. What does matter is the huge pain they give me. Ah, finally, they've made a conclusion. 'A mild concussion, and bruises all over your body, especially your rib. You have to relax for a week and get woken up every three hours tonight.'

'Why?' I ask.

'Otherwise there is a chance you'll go into a coma.' says the one with the smaller face. 

The other nurse writes something down and hands it over to me. 'Give this to your guardian. It explains everything. You have to visit a doctor, today and tomorrow.'

The nurse with the smaller face tells me: 'You can just get up and get in your train, but it's important you sit in the train. After your journey, you have to lie down for half an hour. If something goes wrong, call a doctor. Succes and take care!'

They shake my hand and leave me alone with Cas.

I get up very slowly, it hurts so much, and ask: 'Can you tell me what time it is?'

Cas'smile is very big when he says: 'Half past five.'

'Why are you having so much fun about that?'

'You just asked the exact same thing I did, and it was the first sentence I've ever said to you.'

What the hell? Is that so special? That was like three hours ago! Not a whole lifetime! It's not like we are eighty now, sitting on our porch, thinking about the old times. Hell no! We've met three freaking hours ago. I don't know why he annoys me so much, but he does. Never mind.

I walk to the platform with Cas'help. He is gone for a while to look for some information about the next train. It doesn't take long. 

'I'm sorry Sophie, but we'll have to move to another platform. Our train arrives in about eight minutes.'

Together we walk to the right platform. Once we're there, I sit down on a plastic chair, exhausted. Soon the platform is full of people, and when the train arrives everybody gets in. Cas helps me to get in the train, my god I feel like an old lady, and we find a place to sit. The train starts to move and we still haven't said a word. I watch the landscape fly along my window. I wonder what my aunt will say.

I hear her voice sound through her house: 'My goodness, Sophie! What did you do, sweet little girl of mine?' 

I laugh silently. Cas looks at me in a strange way. I try to form my not so silent laugh into a cough, but I fail. That's when Cas starts to laugh. I feel a little embrrassed , but decide to ignore the feeling and laugh with him. When we're finished laughing, Cas rises up from his chair and sits next to me.

'How are you feeling, Sophie?'

'Yeah, I'm fine. I'm a little stiff, but I don't have to move, so that's ok.'

Cas blushes, he does that all the time, and asks me: 'Do you know about Plato's theory?'

I think for a while. Plato had so much theories and to be honest, there all tangled in my head. Actually, all the philosophers are tangled in my head. 

'Which theory do you mean?' I ask and I tilt my head to one side.

'I mean the one with the twin souls. First there was a kind of creature with four arms, four legs, two heads etc. When it came down to earth it split and became human beings. When the two find each other, they've found their Other Half. And everything's perfect.' he says on a very serious tone.

I talked about this with Hannah once. 'Yes, I know what you mean.'

'Well,' he looks in a frowning way at me, like he couldn't contain it. 'I think you're my Other Half.'

It became very, very silent between us.