Reverse Dracula

Chapter 3: Proper Hello's

     "Are you Mrs. Anderson?" I was asked by a tall doctor who had just walked in the empty waiting room.
  "Yes. I am." I answered him, standing up and shaking his hand.

     In the following minutes the doctor told me the condition of the boy I was so fond of. The surgery had been a success, but he was still unconscious. The wound had indeed been a bullet wound, and he was on some serious pain medication because of it. The doctor told me his room number, giving me directions to the elevator. The doctor turned to leave, but suddenly turned back around.
  "I hope you know that in about another 5 mins of being left out there, the boy would have died. You saved his life." He said, walking back out the doors he had came in.

     I made my way to the elevator, pressing the button to go to the 7th floor. Once there, I walked around until I found his room number.

   "720. This is it." I thought to myself. I stood in front of the door for a moment, thinking. How did I get myself into this?? Here I am, something that is no longer human, I'm not sure exactly what though. I have no pulse. And I'm standing here in a hospital, in front of some boy's door. I barely even know him. And yet here I am, walking into his hospital door because he asked me to stay.

     I took a deep breath and opened the door. The doctor was right. He was still unconscious. I shut the door behind me gently and pulled up a chair beside his bed. He was breathing so evenly, his perfect chest rising and falling the same each time. My hand for some reason reached out to touch his, and I pulled it back. What was I thinking? I don't know this boy. Why would my hand extend for his?

     As I thought about why this happened, I saw that he smirked at me.
  "I saw that." He said in a weak voice. His voice was deeper than I remembered it. He sounded better now, but there was still a hint of pain in his voice.
  "I have no clue what you are talking about." I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

     He made an observation about me in that moment, and he was exactly right.
  "You're very stubbern aren't you?" He asked.
  "Well, I mean.. kinda.." I answered a bit embarrassed. He just chuckled at me and closed his eyes again.
 
     "Um.. I never really caught your name.." I said. Trying to start up a conversation with this handsome boy.
  "The name's Dominick, but you can call me Dom if you like." He smirked at me again. "What's your name?"
  "I'm Riley. Riley Anderson. Nice to meet you Dom." I replied, reaching my hand out for a hand shake. He shook his head at me.
  "I think after what we have been through already together, a hug would be a better greeting, yes?"

     I smiled slightly and stood up, bending over his bed to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close for a moment. He was stronger than I would have thought he would be. He just got out of surgery because he was shot after all, but that didn't stop him from squeezing the life out of me.
  "Ow.." I said wiggling out of his grasp.
  "I thought I was the one that was supposed to be hurt." He chuckled.

     Over the course of the next few days he thanked me for everything. And by everything, I mean everything. He thanked me when I walked in the room for coming, he thanked me for sneaking him food, he thanked me for literally everything I did. But he especially thanked me for saving his life. He told me every single day how greatful he was. I also learned that he liked to joke a lot. He told jokes almost constantly (most of them inappropriate). Even though he was sorta silly, I still enjoyed his company. He gave me something to think about and someone to talk to each day. There wasn't a day that passed that I didn't visit him. I practically lived in his hospital room.

     One day I walked in his room and he wasn't in his bed like he had been every other day. I ran out of the room worried and found a nurse.
  "He's not there." I told her, obviously starting to freak out.
  "He should have been there. I'll help you find him, ok?" She said getting out from behind her desk to help me look for him.
  "Knowing Dominick, there is no clue where that boy is."
  "I just hope he is ok.." I replied.
I just need him to be ok..