The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 7

Beep.  Beep.  Beep.  Beep.

The heart monitor and smell of alcohol filled my ears and nose.  "OH MY GOD!" I sat up, my head throbbing and pulsing.

"You alright sweetie?" Norman got up from the side chair and knelt beside my bed.  

I stayed silent, and laid back down.  The room was quiet except for the steady beat of the heart monitor.  It stayed that way for a couple minutes.  I could tell that Norman was giving me some time to think and process what was going on. 

"You know, I've noticed," He ceased the tranquility of the room, and took a deep breath.  "I've noticed that lately you've passed out a lot." 

I chuckled and Norman folded his hands, his elbows rested on the bed, and laughed in a hushed voice.

Back to silence.  He cleared his throat and looked at me.  This turned into an enjoyed stare from him, and a smile spread across his cheeks.  "What?" I finally asked, laying all the way down and pulling the blanket up to my cheek, making sure I could still clearly see him and he could still see me.  

He laughs and stands up.  "Nothing." 

I giggled, "Do I have something on me?" I asked in a mocking tone of how I asked back at the signings.  

"Ha, no, your just not supposed to be here." He said, his smile shrinking into more of a serious thinking face.

I knew he meant here, in the hospital, and I agreed. Didn't I go on this trip to have fun?  Not to keep puking and passing out.  

I nodded and this turned into a sleepy yawn.  "You should get some sleep." 

The heart monitor beeped at a slow, steady pace and calmed me.  

"Goodnight sweetie," He said.  I looked out the window that had the curtains drawn.  I could still tell it was night, and I was surprised.  I hadn't eaten all day except the piece of toast I had earlier.  

Without thinking, Norman leaned over and closed his eyes.  One of each of his hands was on either side of me, holding him up while his lips ever so gently, pushed against mine.  I knew he didn't care if I was sick, just if I was getting better.

The heart monitor increased in speed, and I was getting nervous again.  I could feel Norman smile while we kissed until he puled away, chuckling.

That was completely embarrassing and under the covers, I pulled the clip off my finger to stop it from humiliating me any longer.  

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. 

The monitor went flat and Norman jumped back, checking to see if I was even still alive.  

We both laughed, and Norman chuckled.  "Goodnight." I said, closing my eyes.

***

"You feeling better, sweetie?" Norman's sweet voice woke me up.  

My dreams were still flooding my mind, and I was half asleep when I asked, "Are you going out with me?"

Norman stayed silent but finally laughed and shook his head, "Nah,"

That's when Sean burst through the door.  

"Hey!" His voice echoed through me and he continues the "hey" as if it has a hundred letters.  "Who wants breakfast!" He held up a tray full of toast, orange juice, oat meal, waffles, coffee, and a pancake. 

"I do." I sat up, feeling a lot better from being well-rested.

Norman looked at me from his current spot in the chair, then shrugged.  "Well alright then." 

We choked down the food and I have never seen any two guys eat as much as them.  Norman called up someone who worked there and asked her to bring up two more trays.  I was full with just a glass of cranberry juice, and a bowl of oatmeal.

"So when did the doctor say I can get out of here?" I asked while the boys began to clean up the clutter of trash and food.  

"Um, I think she said when you feel better and you don't have a temperature anymore." Norman suggested.  My hand shot up to my forehead.  It felt cool. 

"I feel alright." I said.  The food made me a tad uneasy, so I planned to be spending, at the least, another day in this bed.

"I'll get the doctor to come in and check you out." Sean said, tossing the rest of the waste in the trash bin by the door, and walking out.

The room slipped into silence again, and I couldn't help but think about the possibilities of what could to happen to Norman since he kissed me.  Would he get sick?  I debated on this; I was feeling a lot better, but the other day I had thrown up blood.  Not a good sign that you should kiss someone.  Norman hasn't been showing any sick signs, but, there's still a possibility.

"You think I'm going to get sick?" 

Norman must've seen my confused stares.  I blinked my now dry eyes, and sat up.

"What do you mean?" I denied.  Hopefully he couldn't sense fear :P.

"You think I'm going to get sick?  Because I kissed you?" He explained. 

"Maybe." I shrugged, my head jumping to the door as Sean and the doctor came in.  

I slipped the heart clip back on my finger and the machine started up again.  

"Your friend has told me that you are feeling better?" She asked, scurrying over and sticking a thermometer under my tongue.  I open my mouth to answer, but she interrupts, "Ah ah,". She didn't want me to talk.  I sighed and slumped my shoulders.

Norman chuckled, but I shot him a glance which shut him up.  

After a minute of awkwardly swinging my legs over the side of the bed, she pulled the thermometer out of my mouth and observed it's reading.  "Well, your temperature's normal.  How are you feeling?"

"A lot better."

"All right, well, you rest for today and we'll let you know tomorrow about when you can leave." She smiled at us and walked out.

"Well alright then!" Sean said.  "I gotta run to a signing.  Sorry guys.  See you two later." He followed the doctor out and once again, it was just me and Norman.  

My throat got scratchy and I was forced to try and cough up whatever it was.  

"You should try and take a nap.  I'm pretty tired too." He said, shifting around in his chair.  I could tell he was giving me a sign saying "Invite me to the bed because if I spend another minute in this rock-solid piece of trash, I think I might die."

I scooted over and patted the bed as I laid down and pulled the switch to the light beside me.  

He stood up, and plopped himself beside me, our backs pressing to each other.  

"Goodnight Norman." I laughed.  He didn't say anything, but I could tell by the way he sighed, he was smiling.