My head hurts like a bitch. The damn sun won't go to sleep and this voice in my head I'm ready to kill.
I heard movement and I open my eyes to see the curtains darken.
"Thank you Jesus!" I mutter.
"I'm not Jesus sweetheart but close enough." A deep voice laughs. I freeze up and look at them. It's the scrawny boy that I tried helping but failed terribly. I look him over to see if he is a possible threat but I figured in the condition I am in, the best I could do is scream. His left eye is black and blue and his hair is whitish blonde. He is taller then me but granted I am only 5 4' and he isn't that bad on the eyes. Even with all the bruises.
"Drink this." He appears beside me. And sits at the edge of the bed. I look at the cup he's holding and realize it's TEA!
"Give me give me give me!!" I try reaching for it but my head explodes in pain and I scream. He puts the tea on the table and lays me on my side. I hold the sides of my head and look around trying to focus on anything but the pain. Scrawny is staring at me worried and I chance a glimpse of ink on his arm. I reach out for him and he gets the message and comes closer. His long sleeve shirt is cutting off the message so I bite my lip for the pain and move so I can pull his shirt sleeve up. Sits and watches me as I try reading it. It's in Italian. "Mi ricorderò di te, fino alla morte ci tira a parte. Ti amerò e mi batterò per noi."
I read it out loud in English. "I will remember you, until death pulls us apart. I will love you and I will fight for us." I look back up at him and he is smiling slightly. "Who was this for?" I whisper realizing how close we actually are.
"My girlfriend..." He trails off for a second figuring out if he should say the rest. "She died last year from a brain tumour."
I open my mouth but I know no words of comfort would mean anything from a strange girl. I lean back from him a bit and sit up in the bed. He remains at the edge. His face hiding many emotions.
"Come here." I motion. He slides up and Sighs. I lay my head in his shoulder and sit there awkwardly before he relaxes and starts to cry. "It's okay."
"OMG I'm crying in front of a girl. You must think I'm more pathetic then I am." He chokes.
"Crying shows strength not weakness." I mumble content with our position.
We lay like this for a while and my headache isn't killing me anymore. He has stopped crying and I realize I don't even know his name.
"What's your name?" I whisper. He looks down at me.
"Bradley" he says looking down at me.
"Rhea," I laugh.
"That's pretty." He lulls.
I smile at him and blush lightly trying to hide my face in his shirt while trying not to smell him. He smells really good tho. Like the woods. He chuckles at my attempt at hiding.
"Wait are you smelling me!" He burst out laughing when I stare at him with large eyes. "OMG you were!" I hit his chest lightly.
"Stop it I wasn't! Stop laughing! Bradley quit it!" I pout at him.
"I'm sorry. Rhea, I'm sorry." He says with all seriousness. I nod my head. He must have sensed the fatigue coming over me because he raises the covers to the tip of my chin.
"Would you mind laying here just until I- I fall asleep?" I yawn? He nods his head and lays down beside me spooning me. I fall asleep it his arm wrapped around my waist and for the first time. I'm happy I got a kicked in the head.
