My Guardian Angel

#5

#5

Hours and hours of silence later, I heard the door slowly open. My heart beat began to race for God knows what reason.

"Hey." The voice I'd missed so badly said, from somewhere nearby.

"Hi."

I could literally feel my cheeks burning.

"Um, the doc said you could be shifted to a room till Ron returns."

My heart sank. How much longer should I stay in this hellhole?

"Why can't I go home?"

"Ron has promised to return earlier. He will make it in less than five days."

Ron returning earlier is a good sign, right? Am I getting my eyesight back?

"I think he has some good news."

"Really?"

"Yes, he sounded... happy. But don't mention you heard it from me, he'll be disappointed."

I nodded, smiling like an idiot. I so, so badly wanted my eyesight back. I hated being so vulnerable and lonely. As much as I hated admitting this, I now started to realize lack of friends is not a good thing. Sitting in this room all alone, with nothing to do and nowhere to go, I wish I had someone I could talk to. Sure, I have Liz but that's all I really have apart from Ron. Why I didn't have friends is no surprise. I despised everybody and insulted anybody who even attempted talking to me. Nathan would be the first one lasting more than an hour of interaction with me, other than Ron and Liz, of course. Ron really did not have a choice, did he? Why I insulted people so much, I did not know that. I always had this rush of emotions when someone approached me, like I was going to be hurt.

No, I was not always like this. I had turned into this anti-social freak after what happened to my mom. Ron was forced to bring me here after her death because my attitude 'scared' him. He was right though. He even made me consult a grief counselor, who gave up on me three days after. Ron never shouted at me, instead he supported me. He supported all the nasty comments I blurted out. Sometimes, I wish he'd just slap me right across my face. He never did.

"You seem to be somewhere else."

I was snapped back to reality when he spoke. I shook my head trying to shake away the thoughts piling up in my brain.

"No, no. I was just... thinking."

"Tell me about it."

"No, I don't want to talk about it." I said, coolly. "I've got questions for you though."

"Go ahead." He said, and I felt him sit next to me on the bed. We were so close, I could feel his leather jacket on my arm.

And did that make me nervous. I began to sweat like a pig and my heart began pumping faster than usual. My cheeks burned and I could swear, I must be cherry red right now.

"Uh, I just wanted to... uh." I was at a loss for words. My mind was blank, zilch. I had no thoughts anymore. All I could think about was his presence right next to me. C'mon, Arena, think, think, I willed myself.

"Your favorite color?" I blurted out like an idiot. Seriously? Oh Lord, I just asked him his favorite color! What the hell was wrong with me?!

Nathan's laughter made my heart sink. I could cuddle him to death right now, his laugh was so... adorable!

"Okay, I'll humor you. It's red." he said, with a chuckle. "Yours?"

"Black. At least, it used to be. I'd kill for a color other than black right now." I answered, my thoughts running to the irony of my situation.

Warm hands rested on mine and squeezed it. "You'll be fine. Trust me."