The Debacle Named AvaRafe

9.Of Thorns And Roses.

My mind has been fuzzy the whole night. I couldn't even catch a blink of sleep. The whole time, I lay wide awake, thinking what might be the reason of Rafe's supposed hospital visit. I know for a fact that the school principal would not be the reason. Then why oh why is that freaking douchebag in the hospital!

I don't know why the hell is that troubling me. I tried just diverting my mind somewhere else. Tried watching some movies, stuffing my mouth with food, heck I even tried busying myself trying to read my mystery novels! But no, even that didn't work. All these managed to grab my attention max for a brief time of 10-15 minutes. After that my thoughts again linked back to Rafe Karrington.

It isn't like I even remotely can tolerate his antics. But that surely doesn't mean that I want him to suffer in pain while I rest in my bed all day. It's one of my many weaknesses. I can't bear to see people sad. And even a small incident makes me emotionally drained.

After pondering over these thoughts, I decide that it's better if I pay a visit to his hospital in order to know the cause behind his so called beaten up ass.

I get showered and dressed in a sweatshirt  and tracks. This looks appropriate for a hospital visit I think. Without much of a delay, I grab my mobile and keys and head out. I search for the directions and start my walk. On the way, I realise I don't have anything for the patient. And my Dad used to tell me that no matter who the patient is, one must always try to take something for him. Perhaps that kind gift might cheer him up and he recuperates early. So when I see a flower shop across the street, I make my way there.

There's this cute little floral arch formed at the entrance, which has a welcome message on it. It looks so beautiful. I think the owner must be too passionate about his shop. Surely this arch requires a lot of maintenance since the flowers used are the real ones. A bit too excited to be able to marvel the beauty of the flowers inside, I open the door to the shop. The wind chime above the door rings as I enter, alerting the owner of my arrival. A lady in her late sixties maybe comes rushing my way. She's  a bit on the plump side and has wrinkling face which is flushed with mirth at this moment. Her smile seems welcoming and has this motherly affection flowing through it. I instantly feel relaxed in her presence. She takes me by surprise when she engulfs me in a hug. I've always craved for hugs. There's something so affectionate about hugs. The cuddling gives this warmth to your body and soul, translates the feeling of love with this action. It soothes your inner conscience and makes you feel cared and loved. But the thing is, it's losing the importance and impact it had on the feelings and emotions hidden behind the gesture. Now, it is getting converted into actions used by guys to grope girls or the rich to intimidate the lesser known folks.

But this lady's hug conveys all the good feelings she has towards her customers.

"Hey honey, what can I do for you today? Anything special for someone special?" She says this while wiggling her and eyes in suggestion. I blush red. I don't Know why, but that kind of remarks always make me go red in the face.

"Uh hello to u too. Uh... No, not anyone special. I'm just going to visit a classmate at the hospital. Do you have anything for him?" I try not to be too obvious of my hatred towards him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope it's not too serious. He'll get well soon enough. And yeah, I've got something for you. Follow me"

I obediently follow her to the right corner of the shop and soon as enough there are some beautiful yet boyish kind of flowers in here. She hands over a few bright purple ones. Though they look too elegant, I don't think Rafe would appreciate this. His man-ego is way too big to get bright purple ones as a gift and from a girl at that. And obviously not just any girl, but a girl who doesn't see him as the king as he seems to consider himself.

From the corner of my eye, I see a subtle yellow flowers. And instantly, I know those are the ones that would suit him well.

I grab a few of them and ask the lady to pack them for me. She carries them to the back of the shop and after sometime returns with a bouquet made out of them. I really hope it's not too much hassle. The last thing I want is to face his wrath because of silly flowers.

After paying and a short goodbye to her, I continue on my way to the hospital. I've walked for quite the distance. Maybe that'll help me shed the calories I swallowed for the past 2 days. Not that it really does anything to my shape. The thing is, no matter what or how much I eat, it makes no difference to my weight. I've tried so hard to actually fatten up a bit. But to no avail. I've been as skinny as a damn stick all my teenage life. But I was a very chubby infant. When I look at my baby pics, I highly doubt if it was really me. I mean, how can an overweight kid turn into a skinny stick!

You might think that oh she's such a bitch, rubbing it in our faces of never gaining weight and all, but trust me when I say I really want to be a bit more meatier. When someone remarks that I seem a tad bit fatter than the last time they had seen me, I literally do a mental happy dance. That compliment makes me beyond happy!

Now, as I look around, I can clearly see the building with a huge amount of resemblance to a typical hospital, but with a bit more sophistication. It doesn't take a genius to figure that only the rich could afford this kind of environment.

I enter the building, and instantly feel a bit more lowly dressed. I thought I was visiting an injured boy. But apparently not. The people in here are dressed as if they are ready to hit a club or a party somewhere. Rich people and their dumb nonsensical ethics! Who wears fancy dresses and flowy ball gowns to a freakin' hospital! Thats crazy as hell!

Ignoring the annoyed glances thrown at me from these snobs, I ask the receptionist for Rafe's room, which happens to be on the eleventh floor. I hurry up to the elevator and thankfully find it just opening. I quickly enter it and click on the eleventh floor button. Now, that my destination is drawing closer, I start wondering what the hell am I supposed to be talking to him about. We've never had had the chance at a normal conversation. The last time we met, we were at each other's throats. Now that this thought had come, I couldn't help but wish that atleast I don't increase his pain than the one he's  already suffering from.

Soon enough, I find myself standing right at the door of his room. I don't find anyone waiting for him outside or any noise coming from inside. What am I supposed to be doing? Do I knock? Or just enter and call out his name? What if he's asleep and I'll be disturbing him? Im just so confused right now. I wish I would have brought someone with me. They would've known what is to be done!

After a good 5 minutes of internal debate, I take a deep breath and slowly push open the door.

I was expecting a bit bruised and beaten up Rafe but the sight that greeted me was far far away from the one I had pictured. I stood there shocked, looking at him. I just couldn't find myself moving forward or utter a single word. It was way worse than the punishment I received for no fault of mine!

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Cliffhanger!😋

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