One Guy in One House with Ten Girls

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

~THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER BEGINNNNSSSS! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STICKING WITH IT FOR SO LONG! XOXOX LINDSAY~

I woke up as a beam of light shot through the corner of the curtains nearly blinding me. I squinted my eyes and covered them with my left hand. I looked down and there was Landon sleeping softly on my chest.

The cloth of my shirt was dangerously close to her stitches, the last thing I wanted to do was cause her any pain.

I slowly scooted out of the bed, being extremely wary of not waking her up. I ran my hands through my hair a few times and decided to take a stroll. My legs were stiff from so much sitting and lying down over the last twelve or so hours.

I slipped on my flip-flops and walked down the sterile corridor. It was pretty early, only about six or so, and yet the floor was bustling with nurses and patients chatting, some sitting in wheel chairs, others standing dragging an IV close behind them. I almost felt strangely out of place, I was neither a patient nor a worker. I could just simply pass by all these people without a single glance in my direction. It was like I was completely invisible.

I kind of liked the feeling. I felt like I was passing through walls and barriers without any interrogation. I just plastered an innocent smile on my face and literally walked all over the hospital. With just a single nod I was able to enter and stand in the window of the nursery. These babies, all swaddled up in blankets of blue and pink made me so warm and calm inside. I smiled and walked away from the window.

I put my hands in my pockets and took the elevator down to the cafeteria, I figured Landon would be hungry after a long night of being poked and prodded by nurses every two hours. If I couldn’t sleep through that then there is no way she had.

I bought her a chocolate chip muffin, her favorite kind of muffin, and I got myself a coffee and a bacon, egg, and cheese. I sat down at one of the empty blue picnic tables and sipped my coffee hastily hoping the caffeine would soon take effect. I unwrapped the breakfast sandwich and took a big bite. Yum.

My brain went on autopilot as I left reality and recalled my life over the last six months. It was really weird to see how much I had grown up In more ways than one. I myself was physically older I was taller and tanner, my shoulders just a bit broader, my chin just a little squarer, my hair blonder from the Californian sun beating down on me constantly, and I was in love. Completely head over heels in love, I had not even truly realized it until I was in the ambulance yesterday, when I thought that she was not going to wake up from her fall.

I had been terrified, scared and even more upset than I had let on to be. Once Gwen, Cara, and Patrick arrived I was a vision of calm, when in reality I was screaming at the top of my lungs silenced in my own body. It brought me back to the day I had lost my parents.

The constant feeling of wanting to scream but not making a sound was probably the worst feeling maybe in the entire world. Worse then getting punched in the face, worse than hearing your parents would never come home again, worse than seeing the girl you would jump in front of a train for crack her head on a desk.

It was much worse, there was no relief. Every single emotion good and bad built up to the point of eruption and my body couldn’t let me scream. I had tried. Multiple times, but I ended up just standing wherever I was shaking to the point of nearly passing out. I almost blacked out twice, and the other times all the energy I had had been drained trying to scream so I ended up curling in a ball and falling asleep regardless of whether I was on my bed, the floor, or outside on the grass.