Tough Love

Chapter 12

Tell me what you think **

Chapter 12

Cold. That’s the first thing I thought. The bed I lay on was uncomfortable, and the sheets were tangled at my feet. I tried getting up but fell right back down. I couldn’t hold myself up. My body felt restless and tired.

I looked around the unfamiliar room. Everything was white. White wall, white bed, white room. Thankfully, the chairs beside the bedside were a light blue color.

Light Blue. White.

Since when could I see colors and things? I closed my eyes tightly. This wasn’t a dream, oh god I hope I didn’t dream. When I opened my eyes, everything was the same. I could see the chair and everything in the small room. Instantly, relief like no other coursed through my veins. The door opened revealing Kelsey with a big grin placed on her lips. Behind her followed my mother and father, both of them stunned and relieved.

“I can see.” I whispered. I didn’t know when I was crying, but I can guarantee you that they were happy tears. I hugged Mom and Dad, my body shaking with sobs of joy and thankfulness. “But how?”  I asked.

“You can thank luck right now. We’re still trying to find out why.” Kelsey said, smiling.

“I can’t believe it.” Mom said, and then Dad added on. We talked for a pretty long time and doctors kept coming in and out to ask me questions about how I felt before I fainted, things like that. We ended up staying at the hospital for a few hours after my awakening before we finally got to go home. It was hard to walk and my legs felt like giving out on me.

“Kiddo, it’s because you don’t eat. Look, we’ll go to the food court and get something in you.” Dad said. I rolled my eyes and silently agreed. All of us had a smile planted on our faces for the whole time.

Mom and I sat down as Dad went to some of the stores/restaurants at the food court. When he came back, he was holding a tray of three burgers for each of us, Chinese food, fries, a box of pizza, and drinks. My eyes widened. “Um, Dad? Don’t you think you went a little overboard?”

He looked down at the food. “Not at all! You haven’t been eating for a while, you’re starving. Now eat up, I expect this all to be finished.”

After eating a burger, fries, half a plate of rice with chicken teriyaki, and two slices of pizza that I had to force down my throat, I felt like my stomach was going to explode. I hugged my stomach, leaning back in my chair as I closed my eyes. I took deep breaths, trying so hard to not let myself throw up. But I didn’t try hard enough, because bile rose up in my throat. “I think I’m going to be sick.” I muttered, running to the nearest trash bin.

I emptied out my stomach until I could no more. Mom rubbed my back in a comforting manner. “Honey, are you okay? Were you feeling sick?”

“That’s what happens when I eat.” I said, grimacing. I went to the ladies washroom and rinsed my mouth before we started to drive home. I kept dozing in and off, and whenever I’d open my eyes I’d still be surprised I was able to see. That I wasn’t blind anymore. That I was finally normal.

The minute we stepped into the house, I realized I didn’t know how anything looked. We bought new furniture for everything, and I dashed into what I assumed was the living room.

Mom and Dad were behind me, grinning proudly from ear to ear as they looked at me. The living room walls were a deep red color, adorned with beautiful paintings of forests. (Typical werewolf houses almost always include paintings of nature.)

In the front of the room, there was a fireplace which added a touch of coziness to the room. I plopped down on our dark brown leather couch and propped my feet up on our coffee table. “This room is… hot.” I said, looking around.