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

Chapter three

Chapter three

        When I woke up again, my body was faced towards him. He was asleep still, with one arm around his head. Cushioning his head against the dresser, his other hand is still holding mine. I skim my eyes around the room, checking if anything new happened while I was out. It looks the same as before though.

        Then it hits me.

        I wonder how I look. Crap, I probably look terrible. Haven't showered or did anything for four days, and he's been here. I quietly groan, careful not to wake X up. How embarassing I think to myself. Though that thought of that confuses me, since when have I ever cared about how I looked? I don't remember much, but I certainly couldn't be a girl who fusses over that, so why now?

        As I momentarily panic, I see a newly placed mirror on the dresser. Strange, I think to myself as I pick it up. Making sure I don't let go of his hand. I brace myself for what I'm about to see but I look fine. I look clean, I look.. Good. My hair looks like it's be styled, even though I've slept in it for a while. I certainly don't look like a girl who's been asleep in a hospital for three days.

        "Thank god" I murmur. X fumbles in his sleep, I could tell he was uncomfortable so I decided I should let go now. Once my hand was free from his, his eyes flutter open. I jolt back up, but he doesn't move. Blinks a little but no movement.

        "Morning sleepy head." He says to me.

        This somehow surprises me, "Oh, so I'm the sleepy one. Says the boy who was still asleep this morning." I say sarcastically. He laughs, "I like that Beatrice," He says in between laughter. "But it isn't morning yet, it's still the fourth day." X Points towards the vase. Oh, he's right. I join in his laughter.

        "Come on," he says, "Let's walk together." My eyes widen, I haven't walked yet. I don't even know if I'll be able to walk. What if.. What if the accident- "It's alright, I'll be right here." X reassures me. Somehow, it works. I feel calmer, knowing that he'll be there. But why? I barely know this boy, I shouldn't feel that way. 

        But I want to.

        X gets me one of those walker items. I feel somehow upset that I'll have to use one but he insists. As we walk out of my room door, I look around. I haven't seen the whole hospital yet, it feels empty though. Most of the Doctors are walking around too, I don't see Ed anywhere.

        "If you're looking for that Doctor of yours," X says and surprises me. "He isn't here now." He says it so coldly, I shudder. For some reason, I feel bad that I made him mad.

        "How is it that everyone here can read minds or something." I say, hoping to lighten the mood. He laughs but continues to walk faster, forcing me to jog quicker.

        "Where are," I say out of breath, once X stops mid tracks. "Where are we going?" He gives me a sly smile and points to an indoor cafe. "Race ya?" X says, happily as he can be.

        "You're kidding me?" He winks at me and runs off.

+++

        The next couple of days go by just like that. With every day I get a little bit faster, we've become regulars at that cafe. The cafe doesn't have a name either, but the food and beverages do. I always take the same thing but X picks different ones each day. I always laugh when he chooses a bad one. Edwin stops by every second day to check on me and have our disscussion of naming the place. And X is always gone during that time. I've made a decision to ask him why, someday.

        On day six we began exploring the other floors, on the third floor theres a nice little indoor balcony. We have yet to make use of it though. Dr. Berwick says to take it easy a little, don't push myself to far. That I shouldn't feel bad about telling X that I'd like to go back to the room. I noticed he always wears those purple high tops.

        I've learnt a little bit more about X, his favourite colour is green, he speaks Italian and French. He can do an amaing British accent and he loves to fool around. Though, these are the things I've figured out by observing him. X doesn't like questions, the less I know about him the better he says.

        Then why does it feel like the worst?

+++

        There are eight beautiful deep red roses within the vase. Meaning it's been eight days. I wake up to knocking, and when I open my eyes he isn't here. What's with him, I think to myself. The door opens and it's Edwin, he smiles.

        "Hope I didn't wake you?" He says, I smile back. "No, not at all." I reply. He continues on our regular check up.

        I widen my eyes and open my mouth as he checks them, he checks my ears too. Next Dr. Berwick checks my reflexes, sees my blood pressuer. He mumbles things as he jots everything down into his journal. Lastly he kneels down and injects needles into my arm to test my blood. He jots the results down.

        "Marvelous!" he exclaims. I look up wondering what was going on. "You're almost up to a full recovery, perhaps a week or two more and you'll be even better as before." I smile, I can't wait to roam free again.

        "I don't think you'll be needing that walker any time soon," He says with a wink. "But that doens't mean you can just run around and do handstands, you can't run to the door and backflip outta here. Alright?" I can't help but laugh, "Alright, alright." I say and he chuckles too. As he reels himself back up, a question escapes from my mouth.

        "Why is it that you and him.. What happened between you two?"

        A saden look appears on Ed face. "Beatrice," he says. "Somethings are better left unknown."

        "I'm sorry," I say. "But I'm tired of not knowing, it's been a week almost and I know next to nothing about anything." Ed kneels back down, he cups his hands over mine. He looks at me in the eyes, his eyes look kind and sincere. What could X hold a grudge against him for?

        "The balcony you found, you should use it." He says, "What?" I say confused. He looks up at me "Use it, because I think you should be the one to ask him that." He pauses, "To ask him all your questions." He says with a half smile. I smile back, he always knows what to say, and he helps me in more ways than one.

        So it's decided then.

        I'll ask him tomorrow.