Our Deathly Love

Finding Truth

"I think it would be in your best interest to stay here in bed for at least another twenty-four hours, so that we can monitor your progress, Ms. Badica." The doctor's words cut into my mind like a razor blade.

Really, I just wanted to take off the stupid monitors and go home. Okay, not home-home, but back to my dorm at least. I've done nothing for the past twenty-four hours but sit on my butt reading outdated magazines and watching Oprah reruns. [b]I don't even like Oprah![/b]

I almost died-I get it-but I am fine now. Actually, I think if my doctor would allow me, I could totally run [s]walk[/s] a mile.

Hearing my doctor tell me this made my heart drop, not only was I tired of sitting in bed like a baby, but I had an even bigger problem: my Grimoire was gone.

Like missing in action gone. I wasn't allowed to leave, and Jasper had looked everywhere for it! Yet, so far he couldn't find as much as a page. I was dying on the inside. The longer I was stuck in bed the longer I'd have a part of my heart ripped from my chest.

The last time that I had felt the book on me had been in the woods. I knew that the elements could not harm my book, but still the idea that anyone could come across it and pick it up-not use it-but pick it up, caused a wave of shivers to travel down my spine.

That was not all either. I'd more on my plate then I could ever hope to accomplish, and I'd more people to save than ever.

It didn't help that every time I got to the point of coming up with some wayward idea someone would walk in to keep me company.

"I am doing fine, can't I just leave?" I asked sighing as I rubbed my arms, ever since Jasper left it has been freezing.

"No, you're not going to be allowed to leave today, your body's not made to recover so fast." His voice chipping as if I should know better than to disagree with him.

"Listen Doctor-" I paused for a moment, my eyes flickering onto his white plastic name card, "Bob, I think I know more about-"

"Ding-dong, just your over friendly Avon ladies calling on you." The sound of Chloe's high soprano laugh filled my awkward and slightly hostile room.

Ignoring [i]Doctor-Bob[/i] for a moment I forced a smile onto my face as Chloe swept in.

Her happiness startling Bob into silence as he quickly slipped past Chloe and out of the door, only stopping momentarily to give me a look to reassure I got the message: [i]no early check out for me.[/i]

I watched as Chloe practically danced her way to my window, her white sundress grazing off the back of her pale knees with each step. I noticed Sammy slink in quietly behind her, with that creepy-as-hell doll clutched in her left hand.

[b]Why did she have to bring that thing?[/b]

I had the mind not to ask that question though, instead I just allowed myself to smile more as Chloe opened the curtains letting in the early afternoon light. The same curtains a nurse had seen to closing when I'd fallen asleep.

I thanked Chloe as I watched her place another vase down on my night stand... This addition now making six, plus a box of chocolates, a panda bear beanie baby, and four 'get-well' cards.

[b]Talk about endearing shrines.[/b]

Even though the table was getting full I really did like the vase full of white and yellow daisies Chloe had just added.

It was nice. Actually, truth be known, Chloe'd been very nice lately. I don't know if her new found 'joy' was out of sympathy for my condition, or over how much time she'd been spending [b]not[/b] fighting with Tristan.