Something New Revealed

Chapter 10

I wake up with a glare of light.  I squint for a moment until the brightness dials down.  And I see someone sitting in the chair across the room; someone I’ve never seen before; the boy has black hair that sort of covers his eyes, brilliant green eyes, and he’s wearing a fitted navy blue t-shirt, jeans, and black Converse. Then I realize he’s watching me.  He smiles.

            “You’re awake,” he says. 

            “Yea.  What happened?  One second I’m eating a peanut butter cookie, next thing I know I’m in the medical wing.”

            “Yes, peanut butter.  You had an allergic reaction.”

            “But I’ve never been allergic to peanuts,” I say.

            “I know how you feel.  I hadn’t been allergic to them either until I found out my powers.”  He stands up and walks over to sit on the side of my bed. 

            “Your powers?” I say, confused. 

            “Yes.  You see, I am very much like you, Nita.”  He stands and gives me his hand.  “Come.  We must talk.” 

            I swing my legs over the bed and slide down. 

            “Well, I don’t think I can go walking through the school with this on,” I say, pointing at my hospital gown. 

            “Oh right.”  The boy looks around and spots a bundle of clothes that was on the table on the over side of the room and he grabs them and gives them back to me, and stands there with his hands in his pockets. 

            “Um… Can I have some privacy, please?” I say.

            “Oh!  Sorry.”  He walks out the door and pulls it closed behind him. 

            I get dressed and open the door and see the boy pacing several feet away.  He looks up when he hears me open the door and stops pacing. 

            “Okay,” I say.  “What you wanna talk about?” 

            He holds out his hand.  “C’mon.  We’ll walk and talk.”  I take his hand, feeling a little awkward, considering that Griffin is sort of my boyfriend.  We start walking. 

            “I don’t even know your name,” I say. 

            “I know your name though, Nita.  By the way, that’s a very lovely name.”

            “Thanks…”  I process his voice then suddenly stop walking.  The boy turns back to look at me.

            “Something wrong?” he asks.

            “You’re him,” I say.

            “Him?” 

            “The… the…”

            “Flubber Head?”  He grins. 

            “Yes.”

            “A better name might be Sam.”

            “Okay.  So why are you here now, when you said you’d be here in two weeks?” I ask.

            “I was worried about you.  Ya know, there are few of our kind.  We have to look out for each other.”  We take a turn.