You're Driving Me Wild

Chapter 9

I woke up to the sound and sight of Tristan’s heartbeat, and it helped me remain calm. I cuddled a little closer to him. Suddenly, I heard something that wasn’t a beep. A NURSE!

She was behind me, so I couldn’t see her at first while she was checking Tristan’s equipment.

“They invented a new thing,” I mumbled, “It’s called privacy.” She was a short Asian woman with warm eyes and white chocolate skin.

“Um, hi,” I said nervously.

“Shhhh,” she said, “Don’t wanna wake him up.”

“It’s not what it loo-”

“It’s okay; I saw nothing,” she said as I was hoping she wouldn’t tell anyone, “Plus, I think you guys look really cute together.”

“Th-thanks.”

“I’m Milan by the way.”

“I’m Kian,” I introduced, “And this is Tristan.”

“Nice to meet you,” Milan said, “Well duty calls. If you guys need anything, I’d love to help you out.”

I smiled and said, “Alright.” She finished up and walked out of the room closing the door.

When I was sure she was gone, I cuddled back up against Tristan. I decided to watch clips from Tia & Tamera on my phone. A few clips later, I heard Tristan’s voice. It was crackly. Probably from all the screaming.

“Hi, Tristan,” I said smiling.

He smiled back and suddenly threw up in a bag on the other side of the bed. I reached over and started rubbing his back.

“I feel dizzy,” he said.

“The pills you took last night were pretty powerful,” I explained, “They should wear off in a half hour.” For some reason, I felt so happy even though we were in one of the most depressing places ever. Maybe it was because I was with Tristan. Or because of the semi-satisfying smell of chemicals.

I started giggling.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. Do you want me to call your parents up?”

“Nah. They deserve to sleep in.”

We cuddled in silence staring at the sky for about an hour. Suddenly his parents walked in.

“Here’s the plan,” his father started, “They are allowing Tristan to go home because the effects of the injury are only temporary.”

“They’re going to keep him until about 8:30 tonight,” Mrs. Holmes said next, “Then, we’re free to go.”

After that, we talked for a few minutes.

“I’m bored,” Tristan said.

“Only several hours left,” I said nonchalantly. The rest of the day consisted of Tristan and I watching Netflix, cuddling, and playing games like Would You Rather. I really liked just talking to him because learning more about him was pretty cool. At about 2:30, I had an idea.

“BRB!” I said as I left the room. I immediately saw Milan and asked her for a wheelchair. She got one, and I went back to the room.

“A wheelchair?” Tristan asked.

“Get in!” I shouted patting the seat. I helped him sit up and got him in after some struggle. I wrapped a small blanket over his eyes.

“What are you doing?” I ignored him and wheeled him to the elevator. When we got to the top floor, I saw a door that said ROOF ACCESS in big bold letters. I pushed the wheelchair access door and we stepped out. We were hit with the smell of fresh, beautiful air free from the depression and negative vibes from the hospital.

I took the blanket off his eyes and he was shocked. We didn’t say anything. It was just the two of us looking over Overland Park. I had a perfect view.

And I’m not talking about the city.