Limits (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4: When both feet are five feet under

Chapter 4:

                 Each breath I took only made it worse for some unknown reason. My body ached with each exhale. My eyes hadn’t opened yet but I knew if they did it still wouldn’t change anything. It would just give me some sort of blind like attack against my eyes. I wasn’t ready for that, yet.

                I pushed my body up and leaned on what was a headboard of a bed and a pillow. Good. I knew exactly where I was. My home, my loft and in my bed.

                My eyes fluttered opened now. The light quickly invaded my eyes and instantly they were back to what I had decided to do. Keep them shut and not have any more pain brought upon me. Plus all of it was just blurry.

          The sound of footsteps now intruded my ears. My head jerked all around. Even though my eyes were open I still couldn’t see. Only a blurred figure hovered over my head. I looked up, in hopes of trying to figure out who it was, but to no avail.

          “You took a real good beating, but I patched you up real good. “  Oh. It was Eric. Oh Eric. The one I had a date with. Wait. No. Not a date. Just a friendly get together. I guess? I honestly don’t care at the moment. I just needed to know, and I did, that I was in a safe place. Eric was here and he seems to be taking care of me.

                  The bed under me began to shift a bit. Eric must have sat down or done something to it.  I just sat there, upright, and waited. Waiting for something good to be done.

                  “I can barely see “, I said to him. Just stating not asking for an explanation, but I got one anyways. “Like I said, you were hurt pretty badly and you have been out for a couple of days.  Your vision is still trying to adjust. Give it a couple of minute’s and I am sure it will revert back to normal.” Eric said as if this was a common thing for him. Was it? Well he is a bodyguard. Or so I think he is.  “Just rest. Though you have done enough sleeping to last for two life times. “ Eric. He helped me.

                  Just like he said, my vision came back to normal. My loft now was in my sight. I liked this. I was back to my old self.

                 My body was sore from the fight. I was beat badly but I expected bruising, but no, just soreness in my calves, joints, arms, and torso. I can deal with those things. But this made me think. How in the world did I heal so fast? I was sure, very sure. I was close to death. I had both feet in the grave at that very moment. My life was at its final chapter and now the book has started from the beginning. Of course with some slow and boring chapters, but it was there. I am here.

                  The soreness of my body soon fled after a weeks worth of rest. Eric, of course, took care of me.  He didn’t leave my side, only for couple minutes at a time. He either had to run down to the store for some medicine or food, that, or his cell phone rang. That made me curious. I didn’t leave my bed though. As much as I wanted to stalk his calls and hear what he was talking about, I didn’t. I just assumed it was my mothering calling and checking up on me. If so, wouldn’t she have called me? No. I am not going to think like that.

                  So the week had passed. I was able to get out of my bed now and roam the Loft. Apparently I wasn’t aloud to leave it. Orders from my mother, of course. Eric told me she said that. Why exactly did I have to stay inside? I have no clue and I didn’t care. My job was not in movement and I could get paid without even doing it. I was happy at this moment. I didn’t have to do anything. My life was pleasant. Sorta.

                  In walked Eric, a black bag in his left hand dangling down as he closed the door. I instantly jumped from the Red sofa I was sitting on and yanked it from his grasp. But instead my face was close to his and our arms stretched to the sky as we both held the bag.