The Boy Who Stood By Me [Short Haitus-July 1st]

Chapter one

Chapter one

       I don't remember much about the accident. Where it was or how it happened, I don't have a clue. The only thing I am aware of is that I woke up in a hospital gown inside a hospotal that had no name.         

        Doctors and nurses crowded inside my room. My room, is a mystery to me. It much to large for just one person, but there was only one bed. Inside my room there are two windows to my left which overlook outside and a wide one to my right which look into the hospital building. There I could see people rushing down the hallway and run into my room. So many of the staff had come to see me that I could barely see what was in my room already. From what I could gather, there were machines, heart monitors of some sort and a bunch of thing I didn't recognize.

        All the doctors were muttering and talking to each other, eyeing me as if I wasn't supposed to be there. None of them bothered talking to me, they kept writing down things in their clip board or journals. So I tried to look past them.

        Then I saw him.

       I saw a boy, he was sitting down on a blue couch so I could just see a bit of his head. He was looking at the doctors, he looked at them codly with his intense blue eyes. He had messy sort of hair, like he'd been asleep and hasn't bothered to comb it yet. The boy looked about my age maybe a year or two older. His hair was dark as night, not quite black but not brown either. I found myself staring at him for the longest of times. Then he turned his head towards me and we locked eyes.

   

     I tried to hide how flustered I was, he was beautiful. He was beautiful in a careless way. I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks, he stood up and opened his mouth to say something. I noice how he had a spare upper lip but a full lower lip, it made him seem cold and strong but they way he looked at me.. Felt warm, kind.. And sad.

     Just as I was about to hear his voice, one of the doctors finally spoke up to me.

        "Irina Beatrice Evans, am I correct?" I opened my mouth to say yes but I couldn't speak. "It alright," he said. "You'll be able to talk soon, so lets just nod for now." I nodded. He looked like he was in his mid thirties.

        "It says here, that you prefer to go by Beatrice-" I nodded. "Oh okay, then Beatrice you're okay now." He paused. "You're healing up and you're safe here." He voice was deep but it did not echo. It wasn't scary. "Beatrice, would you like anything to drink or eat perhaps?" I nodded, and he gave me water inside those plastic cups.

       While I drank I glanced quickly around the room, nervously eyeing the other doctors. The doctor who spoke noticed and sent them away.

        "Sorry about that, it's just.." I looked back at him. "We didn't.. you.." He was lost for words. "We didn't know how to handle you." What did he mean by that? I didn't understand. "Oh sorry Beatrice, I forgot something! My name is Edwin Berwick, but you can call me Ed." he said with a smile. I smiled back. "You are being held at this lovely hospital, unfortunately though, it doesn't seem to have a proper name. Maybe you can help me with that?" I laughed a bit, it was silent but it was still a laugh. I'm terrible with making names. Then I remembered the boy. The beautiful boy.     

      I looked around frantically. Who was he, I didn't even know his name. Though, why would he be here, in my room. Could he have possibly known me? I looked back at the navy blue couch where I saw him last time, but he wasn't there. "Whats wrong?" Ed asked. How was I supposed to explain to him, when I didn't even know anything about that boy.

Turns out.

I didn't have to.