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

Chapter 14

My eyes were dry and I realized how long I was sitting on the bed this morning, eyes open, just thinking about Norman.  The clock outside of the room said 10:15 and I got up at around nine.  Whoa.  

My stomach was the thing that was hurting, and I looked down.  My eyes were distracted by the brief fogging that my breathe did to the inside of the mask, and then I watched as it slowly disappeared.

Before I could even blink, my stomach got dizzy and my head rolled around, causing the whole room to spin.  I frantically grabbed the container that sat on the foot of the bed, ripped my mask off, and retched into the bowl.  I groaned and leaned back, setting the bowl back down and pulling the mask back on as I began to cough again.  

My head ached, and I smelled absolutely revolting.  I needed a cool, ice bath.  I smiled at the thought of that.  That would be nice.

All of a sudden, a doctor burst through the door, making me jump.  He had big rubber gloves, a full face mask, a couple layers of cloth and leather on him, and a plastic kit.

"How are we doing Miss Bennett?" He asked, diving straight in to check my pulse.  

"Um, good.  I'm hot." I answered, awkwardly letting him feel around me and time how many beats my heart has per minute.  

He unlatches the kit to reveal at least twenty different needles, a thermometer, alcohol swabs, long cotton swabs for throat checks, an otoscope, a stethoscope, and so much more.  

He abruptly shoved a thermometer under my tongue and watched the clock.  "That's normal." He said. 

After two silenced minutes, he pulled it out, checked it, and told me what it was: 103.  I just about fainted.  

"What does that mean?!" I asked, as he pulled everything back in the box handed me a pill, grabbed the bowl of vomit and exited.

I scoffed and plopped back onto my pillow.  I swallowed the pill and turned to my side, avoiding crushing the wires, and watched as the same doctor entered Sean's room.  When he stood on the side of the bed where I could still see Sean, I was happy since I had nothing else to do.  

He gently shook Sean's shoulder and Sean's eyes opened.  

"Oh my God!" I said, overjoyed.  

But before I had time to think twice, something seemed different.  It was Sean's eyes.  They were red and blue.  His skin looked gray and dead, and his arms reached up to grab the doctor.  Before he could do anything else, the doctor injected a bright green liquid into his head, making Sean collapse back down to a sleeping position.

"NO!" I yelled.

"Grace," A voice called from behind me.  I whipped my head around and Norman was standing there with crutches, his forehead pressed against the glass.  

"Oh," I said, leaning back into my pillow.  "Thanks for coming by." I said.  "What did they do to Sean?" I asked, surprised.

Norman sighed.  "Something's up.  They're not sure what.  That liquid they injected was some kind of medicine, but I heard they only have about a hundred of 'em." He explained.  

I twisted my face up, and held down coughs.  "103." I said.  "That's my temperature."

Silence.

Norman's face showed deep thought as he stared at the floor inside the room, his head still resting on the glass.  

"Norman, what would you do if we didn't get better?" I asked.
"Shut up," He said, his expression looking intent.
"No, I'm serious, what if the doctors can't find a cure and-" I started.
Norman cut me off again, looking around.
I'm not sure what he heard, but when I begun to listen, I heard it, too.  

"What is it?" I asked, coughing a little.

"Not sure." He said, leaning his head back against the window and looking at me.

The sound intensified until I saw it.  A doctor was walking beside a lady.  They were in the hallway that surrounds the four glass rooms.  The same hall that Norman is standing in to talk to me.

It was just a nasty cough.  But the person caught my eye.  I remembered when I was eating with Sean and the lady in front of me asked if I had allergies.  The person that a doctor was leading was that lady.    

I gave her Demoxim.

"Oh crap." I said, watching as they locked her in the third glass room.

Just then, another person was being walked to the final room of the four.  I ordered Norman to cover his mouth, and he 'casually' bring his shirt up over his mouth and nose as the man walked by.  It was another person from the cafeteria.  

"What's up?" Norman asked, seeing my worry.
"I might've given them Demoxim." I explain.
Norman sighs, "It's alright.  They'll give you the shot.  Then, we can get out of here.  I'm going to go see Sean." He said, turning off the speaker and swinging with his crutches around the perimeter of the rooms to Sean's room.

I sigh, and decide it's best if I just go to sleep.

"I love you" I hear Norman whisper.  We're latched in a hug and his lips are rested on my head.  
"I love you too." I respond.  Just then, a sweet soft song begins to play, and the next thing I know, me and Norman are swaying around the room.  

I yawned awake, and shook off the dream from last night.  Dancing with Norman?  Never. . . 

I looked around and that's when the sweet scent of toast and orange juice hit my nose.  I looked over to the side table and saw a nice plate of toast and eggs, with a glass of orange juice, and a little piece of paper.  

I sat up quickly, a bit too fast making me have to blink a couple times, and pull the plate and cup to my lap.  Before I started, though, I unfolded the note:

       The doctor said you are doing better.  :)  I'm so happy.  Dr Collin said I could give you this.  He also explained that he gave you the shot, and you are doing so much better! Take a look at Sean!

I turned my head to see a happy, healthy looking Sean looking over at me, a piece of paper in his hands and a plate of pancakes in his lap.  I smile and continue reading:

       He's good too!  So, anyway I hope you like the eggs and toast, and I also wanted to say I have plans for when we all get out of this stupid hospital.  XOXO

                                                                                                                                -N

 (P.S- I made them myself.  (= Your welcome)

Norman.  I smiled to myself and folded the note back up, starting up on my toast.  But before I could finish, a small tapping on Sean's glass made me look up.  

Sean had the piece of paper in his hand and was gesturing me to flip mine over.  I chuckled, and flipped it over.  To my surprise, there was a small doodle that maybe I wasn't supposed to see.  

It was a heart that had the letters N and G inside.