The Coma Patient

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

            It took us a lot longer than I thought it would to reach the red door. But once we did Christian didn’t waste a second in throwing open the door and going through it. The only problem with that was, there was a drop. Yeah, no warning—I mean it wasn’t a far drop but when you can’t see a damned thing and you don’t know there’s a drop it’s pretty terrifying. Luckily we didn’t get too hurt when we hit the ground. Well, I didn’t—mainly because Christian cushioned my fall.

            “Ouch,” Christian huffed.

            “Sorry,” I whispered, rolling off of him. I sat up and immediately realized how warm I was—before I thought I was about to die from the freezing temperature of the rain, but now I was warm. “I’m dry…how did I dry off so quickly?” I asked. “I mean, I was soaking.”

            “Different rooms come with different things—you’re dry now because you aren’t in that room anymore,” he said shrugging as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

            I pushed myself up and looked around the room—which was slowly growing lighter. “What’s next?” I asked the room. When shapes started to become definite I immediately knew where we were. “We’re in my bedroom.” My eye caught the calendar and I gasped.

            “What?” Christian asked. He was now on his feet standing next to me, surveying the room slowly.

            “I know what’s next,” I said. “You might want to close your eyes…and your ears…or just leave for a moment.”

            “Why?”

            Just as he said it two tangled figures burst through the door, giggling. I remembered this night too well. This was a memory I wanted to forget. Josh and I fell onto my bed kissing feverishly.

            “Josh, we should…we should really stop,” I’d said breathlessly after a few moments as his kisses fell to my neck.

            “Why? We’re alone, this doesn’t happen often. And we’ve been dating for five months now—what’s holding you back, Chas?” Josh asked, looking down at me.      

            “I just don’t want to…”

            “You don’t want to?” Josh asked; anger apparent in his voice. He rolled off the bed and looked down angrily at the memory me. “I didn’t want to go to that damned movie with you—or go shopping with you and Belle just to hold your goddamned bags. I do tons of shit for you and you won’t do this one thing for me?”

            I got off the bed and glared at him. “This isn’t just shopping or a stupid movie, Josh. This is…this is way more important than that. The fact that you don’t think so only makes it less appealing.” I remembered how angry I had been. Memory me walked to the window and refused to shed the tears that so desperately wanted to escape. “You need to leave.”

            “I need to leave? Fine.” Josh walked out of the door, slamming it shut behind him. Even now, I still winced as he did it. That was my first fight with him. Five months and our first fight was over…that. He had apologized the next day, though it took me a week before I actually forgave him. A week of him spoiling me rotten.

            I looked over at Christian, whose fists were tightly clenched—so much that his knuckled looked as though they were about to pop out of his skin. “Are you alright?”