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~Chapter 33~

It was dark again. Lying in the stillness of it was quite peaceful, besides the constant noises that flooded your ears and not truly understanding what was going on in the 'outside world.' To put it into perspective, imagine waking up from a nap, but not moving, ever. Not feeling the need to move, or having the urge, not to mention strength, to do so. And hearing everything around you as an unclear radio would sound.

The only thing that was really clear was footsteps. You could really differentiate between people when you heard them, even if you didn't know who's they were. For example, if someone walked into the room, I would be like, 'oh, it's them.' Even if I didn't know who 'them' actually was. I ended up just numbering them, so I've just got about 5 'them's to remember. It's really confusing.

I've been like this for awhile, I know to been at least like, 10 hours. Doesn't seem too bad, if you had something other to do than memorize footsteps, but here I am. I could tell when Vikk was in the room, thankfully, because when he talked it was simple to pick out his accept when he spoke. Laughs were easy to differentiate too, but they happened rarely. I've heard Jerome laugh, maybe twice. That's about it, sadly.

Finally, I'm able to flex my hand at my side, and bring it to my face. I open my eyes slowly, peering between the cracks of my fingers before sliding my hand maway. I bring my arms to push myself up, and set myself against the head board before looking around the room. I was in Jerome's room again, surprisingly, rather than the hospital. The curtains had been pulled aside, and the light blue room was incredibly lit up. It looked like it was early in the morning, because of the pink sky just outside the window.

I felt fine, besides the a small aches in the back of my head, my fingers and my neck. It wasn't anything insane though, besides making it painful to turn my head.

I cautiously pulled the duvet aside, and stepped onto the- really freaking cold floor. I silently walked to the door and opened it slowly, peaking into the hallway. No one seemed to be awake yet, from what it looked like. I carefully stalk down the hall to the stair case and quickly walk down. Peering into the living room, no one was there yet. Yet. And for the Kitchen, Rob was standing at the countertop drinking what looked like a hefty amount of black coffee.

He looked up from his phone, greeting me with a soft expression, before tilting his eyes back down to his phone. I take note of his deep brown eyes. I walk over to the opposite side of him and set my elbows down, looking at him. He looks up as well, sending me a questionable expression. 

"What did I miss?" I ask him quietly.

"Uh, not much really. It's been a little quiet since you've been out." He shrugs, turning off his phone and setting it face down on the counter-top.

"How long have I been out?" I whisper to him.

"Well, the entire beach scenario happened two nights ago. Well- it was the morning, but you get me." He explains, taking a sip of his coffee. I warily watch the mug as he sets it down, before I meet his eyes again.

A blanket of silence falls over us, making me uneasy as I mess with my fingers, finding the dull ache to become a less-dull throbbing pain. Great.

"Question." Rob blurts, tapping his fingers against the countertop before making eye contact again.

"What's with the- um- you know. Thing?" He asks, a slight blush rising to his cheeks.

I glance down at my hands, making a little snapping motion. A small light emits for a moment, before quickly disappearing again. I glance back up at him, before asking ignorantly,  "That thing?"