Extraordinary

Chapter 3: Too many apologies

Chapter 3: Too many apologies

I could feel the deep pains in my back slowly arise as I started waking up. There was this hard pounding in my head as well, only adding to the pain I could feel in my left eye. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up a little.  It seemed I was in some sort of infirmary, probably still in the sports arena. Oh yeah, there was a game today.  I looked down to see that my uniform was covered in little specks of dirt.  Grass was caked on my legs and smeared on my knee socks.  I glanced up, checking my surroundings.  I wasn't alone here. 

"Hey how are you feeling?" he asks, getting up from the chair he was sitting in that was across from the bed. He flashed his perfectly white teeth at me, then crouched down by the bed I was propped up on. His uniform had dirt splattered everywhere on it, and his cleats squeaked on the floor. I sighed and looked at him.

"You're that guy, Louis, aren't you?" I ask sort of sadly, the first sentence popping into my head. he chuckles.

"That would be me, Louis the Tommo Tomlinson," he says with a sad smile.  I try to sit up a little more, which makes me grit my teeth in pain and Louis' smile fade, his expression immediately turning all full of worry.

"I'm fine, I just need to sit up a little," I say quickly, holding my hand up. His mouth forms into a straight line.

"You wouldn't be like this if it weren't for me, it's all my fault," he mutters. I look back at him.

"Don't worry about it, please don't." I say, not really thinking of a reason of why it wasn't his fault. I was fine though, he just didn't seem to believe it.

"I can't believe I did this-"

"Louis stop," I interrupt.  "You didn't intend to this, you're taking this way farther than it should. I'll be fine. Soon this will all clear away and it'll be a thing of the past, so don't dwell on it,"

Wow. I barely know this guy and I'm already being really serious with him. And I'm rarely serious unless the situation asks for it; and getting homework done. He looks down for a moment, then back up with a sad smile, his blue eyes sparkling with worry.

"I could at least do something for you," he whispers. I smile back and shake my head, the pounding again erupting through my head. 

"You don't owe me anything," I confirm. 

"I'm sorry Lola, I really am. I'm not going to stop saying it.  Please let me give you something, I'll do anything," I roll my eyes.

"No Louis, I'm not letting you give me anything. I'm not asking for anything. I'm going to be okay, you know that. I barely know you anyways, so take any guit you're feeling because of this off your chest right now." He's about to say something else when Pat walks in.

"Hey Lola, you're awake," he smiles, but his gleam quickly disappears when he sees Louis. He stands up then looks at me.

"I'll talk to you later," he whispers, then walks out past Pat, who gives Louis an evil glare. Once he leaves the room, I cross my arms over my chest.

"Was that really necessary?" I ask, not oblivious to his glare.   He doesn't respond, he just walks over to my bed, kneels down and studies my face. I look into his dark brown, sparkling eyes, while he stares into my blue ones. He brings a hand up and pulls my matted hair over my shoulder.

"I'm sorry Lola," he whispers, not answering my question. I'd really like to say 'I've heard enough apologies for one day' but he seemed really upset about all this. I brought my hand up and moved a stray bang from his face, and he smiled. His face had little specks of dirt on it, which made me smile.

"Nice dirt specks," I whisper back, poking his cheek. He sighs a breath of relief.

"I see there was no damage to your brain, other than that concu-" and then he claps a hand over his mouth, stands up a bit and walks a little ways backwards. Whoa, what? I pull my hand back. Oh wait, now it makes sense now. Well that sucks.

"I have a concussion?" I ask. He starts laughing nervously.

"Just a minor one, you know, but you've been watched long enough and it should be gone, because you yourself hasn't changed a bit, at least I don't-"

"Shut it Pat," I tell him. He closes his mouth then comes back over next to me.

"I'm just glad you're okay," he says.

"Me too, I'll be fine and you know it, I don't feel that much pain anymore anyways," I admit.  He sighs, sadly this time.

"Always the optimistic one, aren't you," I frown.

"Pat what's wrong?" I ask. He almost looks on the verge of tears, and suddenly he comes over and wraps his arms around my shoulders. I start to feel the warmth of his wet tears on my chest.

"I'm so sorry Lola," he sobs. "I wish this could've been me instead of you, there was nothing you did to deserve this," Okay now he was being a bit overdramatic, but I'll just go along with it.  If he was this upset over me, it just shows how much he cares about me. I brought my hands up and started stroking his smooth hair.

"Pat I'm fine, I would be in your position right now if I was you," Wait what? I'm not sure that made sense. He looks back up at me, his eyes red and puffy.

"It was awful to see that ball hitting you right in the face. Your cries of pain, I can't get it out of my head. I don't ever want this to happen to you again," I put a hand on his cheek.

"And it won't, not for a long long time, because I'm going to be careful. And sometimes I'm going to get hurt and be in pain for a bit, but Pat, I'm going to be okay. I would never let you take my place, never in a million years. I would be dead, seeing you fall over like I did, I'd probably go insane. But it wasn't you, and yes, sadly it was me. But I'm still the Lola you know and love, and even if you can never get that clip out of your head, you need to remember I'm always there, and I will always be there for you, like you're always there for me,"

His face relaxes a little, his eyes full of hurt and sadness. He touches my one black eye, then gently strokes it. I quickly grab his hand and lay it on my chest.

"I'm still here dude," I whisper. He smiles and hugs me again.

"Thank you Lola,"

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So there's chapter 3!! I stayed up till 12:30 to finish editing it, I wish I had an editor. Eh, I'm good. Hope you liked it, I really enjoyed writing it. Please comment!! I LOVE comments! It helps me be inspired you know, and feel free to give ideas and suggestions. Also, hope you guys like the pics that go along with them. If youve read this quite recently, there probably isn't a photo yet, but there will be in a couple days or so. Anyways, comment and thanks! -CookieKrumm