Scars Left By Memories - Book II

Three Weeks

I pressed my fingers around something, tightly.

Good part of that, I actually felt something.

My eyes slowly fluttered open. Everything was blurry. The dim room reflected off of my blurry vision. It was like a bokeh light overlay.

A moment from that, five blinks later. I could finally see. I glanced down at that thing my fingers laced around. It was Francisco. He was placing down a chain besides my finger.

My tongue felt stuck. Felt like I couldn't speak. Gritting my teeth, until my pried lips opened.

"Francisco." My voice came out as I expected it to, raspy and unwelcoming to hear. He glanced up at me. His eyes widened and looked very glassy. Like a porcelain doll.

"S-Sage." Francisco croaked. He got up from and moved over closer towards me. I pushed myself up. Ignoring the pain in my abdomen.

I grabbed Francisco before he could grab me. I embraced Francisco, like it was the last hug in my entire life. I felt so much relief and happiness. I didn't know when I would ever wake up, again.

"I am just glad that you are okay. The Russian's didn't hurt you." I expressed.

"I told you not to worry about me. But I am just relieved that what the doctor said, wasn't true. He said it would take you weeks to months for you to wake up." Francisco replies pulling away from our embrace.

"When I felt into my coma. It seemed as if I could choose whether to comeback sooner or later. Like my mind still had control of my body." I explained.

"Francisco, who are you even talking to." That familiar voice of the one and only, Halle Kings appears as the door opened.

Her eyes widened and she made her loud-shocking noise. That was high pitched. She ran over towards me. Nearly shoving Francisco out of the way. She embraced the life out of me.

"I am so damn glad those doctors were wrong. Well I admit I was wrong myself. But you are okay!" Halle shrieked.

"I am sorry to burst your bubble. But I had at least some hope that Sage was going to wake up sooner than planned. While you agreed with the doctor." Francisco said.

"Shut up Francisco!" Halle replies.

"Less than five minutes of waking up and you are two are arguing." I intervened on their argument.

"Sorry." Halle apologizes.

"Me too." Francisco replies.

I looked up when I see the door open. It was the nurse. She had a surprised looking on her face. But soon disappeared and replaced by a smile.

"I'll go grab the doctor." She said, walking out the door. All three of us smiled at each other.

***

"You are a pro with chopsticks? Since when?" Francisco questions sarcastically, I chuckled at him, picking up the noodles from the takeout box.

"Since forever ago. My friend, Caila, taught me. It's sucks, we barely ever keep in contact anymore." I answer. Reminding myself of Caila. She was one of my best friends on the cheer team. That's when my reminder of Caila dragged onto another thought. "Do you remember what you said to me?"

"What? And when?" Francisco ask.

"Like before I fell into my coma. It started with Te A-" I answered and attempting to sound out what Francisco had said to me a couple weeks ago.

"Oh, you mean te amo?" Francisco ask, with his heavy Spanish accent.

"Yeah!" I excitedly said.

"Well, since you are still confused and lost at what that word means. I will just wait till the perfect moment and express what that word means." Francisco replies.

"You are such a freaking butthole!" I said reaching over to shove his arm.

"But a pretty one." He says. I rolled my eyes at him. He gives me a faint smile in return. He flicks his wrist to check the time on his Apple Watch. "It's getting pretty late, I am gonna go change and then I'll be back."

"Okay." I allowed him to leave. He got off the bed and out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I shut my eyes. Hoping that tomorrow would be a more refreshing new day.

Nearly twenty minutes after waiting for Francisco to come back. The door finally opened to reveal him. He was in his sleeping clothes and he had something in his hand.

"The day we went on the mission and I left the penthouse. I went over to Martinez's estate and while we were brainstorming our plan. He had ordered you something. As an early Christmas present." Francisco says slowly unfolding the paper.

"What is it?" I question, impatiently.

"Give me a second." Francisco answers. As he finishes unfolding the paper. He hands it to me. I quickly snatch it out of his hand. Walking over to the bed and slowly climbing on it.

Till I found my head rested against the pillow. I glanced down at the paper. My eyes skimmed across the paper. That's when I realized it was a Delta ticket to Los Angeles. On December thirty-first.

"You're not saying anything." Francisco says getting on the bed, sitting in front of me.

"I am just in complete shock. You and Martinez are actually letting me go back." I reply. "Well, that you are actually letting me leave."

"It's gonna suck to let you leave. But you've been dying to go to college. So you should go or at least have the chance to." Francisco says.

"Don't be sad about this or I will be sad about this." I reply. Francisco chuckles.

"Fine, in my head I will be sad about it." Francisco compromises.

"No, we will make the best of these last couple of weeks. I will be saddened by it as well, but I need to go to school, Francisco." I said.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Francisco acknowledges.

"Now, let's just get some sleep and tomorrow will be a full brand new day with many new things." I suggested.

Francisco nods. Climbing over to his side of the bed. Reaching over as he flicks off the lamp. Rest his head back down onto the pillow. He reach downs and pulls the blanket up to his stomach. I rested my head down on the pillow besides him. 

Before drifting into sleep.