Her Saviour

Chapter 3.

Friday. I've been dreading this day all week. On Monday, Blake told me that he and his family were moving to France for a while. I couldn't believe what he was telling me. So, from Monday to Friday that week, I did not let Blake out of my sight at school. We were in fifth grade. We had the same teacher again. We sat next to each other all the time. If we didn't we did everything we could to get next to each other. I still remember Blake telling me he was moving. How could I forget? My only friend was moving to a different country. It's not like you can walk to France.

"Megan..?" He started, "My family and I are moving to France. I don't want to go, but I'm being forced."

I vision got blurry as tears started to fill my eyes. I knew he wasn't joking because he had his serious face on. "But, Blake? You... You told me that you would never leave me. We're best friends, remember?" Those tears in my eyes started running down my cheeks.

"I know, and I don't want to leave, honest. It's just that I would have no one to stay with here and my mom wants me to go with her," he started moving closer to me, pulling me into a hug. I remember not caring because I was too busy crying. My head hung low and I couldn't look at him in the eyes.

"When are you leaving?" I asked, sobs filling my voice.

"Friday." Friday was the last day of school.

"And there's no way out of it?" I asked, still sobbng.

"No, I'm sorry, I tried everything."

I turned to him and hugged him back. "Then we have to make this count," I said fake smiling.

He knew I wasn't actually smiling because he gave me a sad, "Yeah," in return.

For the rest of the week, I didn't let Blake talk to anyone else but me. And I spent all my time with him. Then, Friday came. Last day of school, last day of Blake. We were able to talk most of the day because it was the last day of shcool and they can't give us any work on that day. Or that's what I thought at the time. Blake and I talked about the most random things. Like, what we were going to do over the summer, who was 'dating' who, etc. It was great. Then I remembered that Blake was moving today, and this would be the last best moment before he would leave. At the end of the day, Blake and I were waiting for buses to be called. We sat in silence, I didn't know what to say, and I don't think he knew what to say. Buses were called and I knew that that would be the last moment with him. I looked at him, my eyes wide, he looked at me, without saying a word. We both left the classroom without saying bye to our teacher. Walking out to the busses Blake finally started a conversation.

"So, summer? No big plans, huh?" He said.

"The last time we had big plans for the summer was when my parents were still together, you know that," I answered.

"Yeah, just trying to break the silence." He said, I stayed quiet, in fear that I would break down crying. Blake ended up walking with me to my bus. I looked at him with sad eyes. "Hey! It's okay! We'll see each other again!" I hugged him, I couldn't help it. I started to cry. "Hey! No crying! Laugh more than you cry! You better laugh so much! I will know if you haven't!" I ended up giggling a tiny bit. Blake wiped my tears. "Don't cry. For me?" I could only nod and hug him tighter.

People started clearing up and heading to their buses. That meant Blake had to go too. I waved bye and smiled at him and he did the same to me. I got on my bus and sat in my seat. I was quiet the whole way to my house and kept thinking about Blake. Man, my life was only just beginning to change.

I woke up in a cot. The walls were white and the room was bright. I sat up straight and saw Blake sitting on a chair in the corner of the small room looking at me. That made me feel uncomfortable.

"Where am I exactly?" I asked Blake.

"You're in the clinic," Blake answered. I felt a terrible pain on my stomach and head. I held my head and winced at the pain. Blake noticed because his face turned into one of concern. "Are you alright? Do I need to get the nurse?"

"No, I'm fine. Thank you." I said. "What happened?"

"I saw you leave the classroom and I wondered if you were alright. After getting permission from Mr. Luong, I left to find you. I found you with this girl, who oddly looked like Cassie. She was hitting and kicking you and she pulled your hair. I stopped her after she realized who I was. I picked you up and brought you here," Blake answered my question in detail.

"Oh, yes, that was indeed Cassie. Thanks," I say as I try to get up, but I'm pushed down.

"Oh no you don't! You have to rest. I'll go tell the nurse exactly what happened," Blake said turning to the door. "You didn't laugh much did you?" he left the room before I could even respond. I sat there looking stunned. How did he know?

'Well, Blake isn't here so he can't hold me back,' I say trying to get up. I pull one leg off the bed then the other. I try to push myself up and after a few tries, it works. I was about to lose my balance so I leaned an arm on the wall. I felt an agonizing pain in my stomach and head but I carried on. Using the wall for support, I made my way to the door. I opened the door and went outside. Blake and the nurse, Mrs. Smoot, were talking. Most likely about me. Mrs. Smoot was the school nurse. We knew each other because I would always end up in the clinic. She had blonde hair and was probably in her thirties but looked a lot younger. I tried to scoot past them without being noticed, but that plan failed. I was almost to the door.

"Megan? Where are you going?" I heard Blake. I turned to look at him and he wasn't even looking my way.

"What the heck! You aren't even looking over here!" I kinda yelled, kinda didn't.

"Blake knows all," he answered me turning around to face me.

"Ugh," I groaned. Blake started walking over to me, a stern look on his face. 'Oh no, you are in trouble now!' I told myself.

"You're in pain," Blake said.

"No I'm n--" I was interrupted.

"I can see it on your face. Remember, I know all," he turned to Mrs. Smoot, "She needs ice and painkillers."

Mrs. Smoot got up and started to get ice. "Blake, dear, would you look through the cabinet labeled 'Medicine' for some painkillers?"

"Yes, m'am," Blake said as he went to a cabinet and started digging around for some painkillers. Mrs. Smoot walked to me with a bag of ice with a paper towel wrapped around it then went to another cabinetand got a small cup to put water in. Blake found some Tylenol. "Mrs. Smoot, is this okay?" He held it up to her.

"Yes, it is." She said. Blake opened the bottle and walked towards me.

"One or two?" he asked Mrs. Smoot.

"Two." Blake dumped two into my hand and Mrs. Smoot gave me some water. I was holding ice in one hand and the Tylenol in the other. My hands were full.

"Oh, looks like your hands are full," Blake pointed out the obvious.

"Thanks, Captain Obvious," I said.

Blake took the water from Mrs. Smoot and said, "I'll give you the water, you hold the ice and take the Tylenol." I was forced to agree.

I popped a pill in my mouth and Blake gave me water. I popped the second in my mouth and Blake gave me more water. He told me to get back into the bed but I just couldn't. I didn't want to go back.

"Please go back to the bed," Blake pleaded.

"I can't," I said.

"Why not?"

"My legs won't move."

"Well, that gives me a reason to do this," he said as he picked me up bridal style. "Will your legs move now?"

I blushed madly. And looked at him. "I hate you."

"I'm fine with that, as long as I can help my best friend out!" Blake said laughing a little.