The steady beeps of machines drove me slowly insane.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I listened to my steady breaths, the only sound in the room.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My room door opened, sound swamping me before the door was shut.
I flinched, my fingers curling slightly.
Uncertain footsteps echoed off the floor,faltering when the person neared my bed.
"Hey-uh...I-I I don't know if you can hear me...but if you can I want you to know I remembered something today. Something about you."
The male voice was familiar yet a I couldn't place it.
My breathing quickened and the monitor beeped a little faster.
"It was one of your little habits," the boy said, a smile in his voice.
I raked my mind, knowing I had heard the voice recently. But still my memory refused to tell me who it was, the voice so raw and emotional it seemed to mask the persons true voice.
"It's so stupid now that I think about...you used to love-love jumping in puddles," he said, almost laughing. Yet a raw sadness seem to radiate from his voice.
A memory tugged itself free, voices swirling in my head.
"Oi! You're gonna get us wet and then you mum won't let us back in!"
A young girl laughed.
"My mum won't mind! Besides, it's just a little puddle."
The small boy clicked his tongue.
"You girls confuse me. Jumping in puddles? Ha! Something only you would think of."
My fist clenched, the memory so familiar.
"I always used to complain, say that you did it just to piss me off," his voice grew sadder, the happiness draining out of it.
"You're doing that on purpose aren't you?"
A girl giggled.
"I do not! It's just...a habit."
"A habit? That's absolute bull!"
"Hey I never said you had to believe me. I just said it was a habit."
"I still think you did it just to make me mad. But I don't think you ever did it in a bad way." The boy stopped and took a shaky breath, taking my hand in his.
He squeezed my hand and for a second I thought it was Thomas again. The voice was that familiar.
Then the roughness of his hand soothed my nerves and warmed my skin and I knew it wasn't Thomas.
"I've never said this Ambrosia, but I love you. I love you so much Ambrosia. So wake up. Please...wake up," the boy asked.
He squeezed my hand again and sighed.
I felt my heart speed up and in a small burst of emotion, I squeezed his hand.
His breath caught and he gasped.
"Amb? Ambrosia can you hear me?" The boy whispered, still unknown to me.
"Ambrosia?"
I sighed ,the monitor beeping like crazy as exhaustion washed over me, that small movement draining everything.
"You're not really mad are you?"
"Nah Ambrosia. I can't be mad at you. Now get some rest."
I sighed and slipped into darkness, the warmth of the boys hand soothing me.
YOU ARE READING
Ambrosia
Teen Fiction"Ambrosia is said to be the food and drink of gods. It's believed that whoever ate it became immortal. What a stupid myth..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ambrosia is in a coma, one that has taken a year of her life. Time has meant nothing u...
