The Boxer's Girl {COMPLETED}

Chapter 37• Love You More Than Waffles

Chapter 37• Love You More Than Waffles

"I appreciate the call, Doctor." Seth said with a slightly shaky voice. "Now, what's happening with Blake? When can I see him? Is he alright?" Seth's questions were quick and jumbled.

The doctor gave a polite and patient smile. "Your son is on the road to recovery. He currently is going through post-traumatic amnesia, so you can expect confusion and memory loss from before and during the incident. You can visit him immediately, some tests have been taken and so far we can assume the amnesia will last for at the most a week, but we are expecting less time. Mr Hunter and friends, you must keep in mind that post-traumatic amnesia can alter a persons personality for some time."

Seth's eyebrows knitted together. "In what ways?"

"Well, some patients become aggressive, others may become quiet and isolate themselves, but he might not go through any changes. If he does seem different, it normally only lasts a short amount of time until the person is conscious of who they are, and has regained most of their memories. I just ask for you to be cautious and aware of the fact that Blake's mental state might not be as it was previously." The doctor explained, looking at some papers every now and again.

We were all slightly stunned, unaware of how to respond to that information.

"Th-thank you, doctor." Seth managed to respond. I watched dad and mum look at each other warily, and Seth stood frozen to his spot.

"No need to thank me. Remember, one at a time when seeing Blake." With those final words the doctor was off down the hallway.

Mum lightly touched Seth's shoulder with a kind smile on her face. "You ready to go?"

Seth nodded and smiled back, he smiled at us all before heading in the direction of Blake's room.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Mum asked me.

"I'm o-okay." I responded in barely a whisper, my bottom lip shaking. Mum took no time in embracing me in the warmest, most comforting hug ever.

It was far too much for a couple of teenagers to handle. While sitting in the waiting room, waiting for Seth to return from seeing Blake, I couldn't stop thinking about why I was here, how I ended up tangled in this enormous, beautiful mess. It all came back to Blake. Even though it hasn't been a smooth ride I wouldn't change anything. How did I find someone as strong and loveable as Blake? That returned my feelings - maybe even multiplied them - and cared for me, that made me feel safe, no matter what situation we were in?

How did I come to love this boy? Was it when I ran into the building where I could've been killed to make sure that Blake was okay? For some reason, I have a feeling it was even before that.

Finally, it became my turn to see Blake awake. Seth warned me that he was drowsy and that I would have to work hard to figure out what he was saying, but nevertheless came out with a smile and tears on his face.

The room was fairly dark, darker than usual. I closed the door behind me and tried to take in a quiet, deep breath.

"E-Ella?" That one word, my name, was enough for my brain to quit functioning and my heart to control my body, overwhelming myself at the erratic beating and the way my body responded to Blake's voice.

I kept in the tears just a little longer to walk up to Blake and carefully take his face in my small hands. Blake's half-lidded eyes opened fully once he caught sight of me and felt my warm hands on his chilled cheeks.