Stay.

4

CHAPTER 4

I sat up on the hospital bed listening to “Losing sleep” by John Newman. It was 11:00 and I have heard nothing from the doctors yet and I. was. Famished.

My mom finally arrived back from helping Angelica for her charity event. She told me that today’s event was a fun run for kids with some rare liver disease. I helped out every Saturday that I could, I absolutely loved helping other people in need and the events were so much fun I never wanted them to end. So I was pretty bleak that I couldn’t make it this particular morning because of my operation.

The nurse came in and told us that they are behind schedule and will only operate on me at three.

I groaned loudly and so did my stomach.

My mom told me to stop being a baby.

“How was the party last night sweetie?” she asked while flipping through a magazine.

“It was all right thanks, we just sat and talked, nothing special really and then I went to sing kareo-“ I interrupted myself as I remembered that I completely forgot to tell my mom about William, “OH MY WORD MOM WILLIAM WAS THERE AS IN WILLIAM WHITE!”

I sat up straight on the bed as I told my mom, feeling like an idiot for forgetting something so vital.

“What? What is he doing here?” my mom asked as she looked up at me eagerly.

“He moved here! I didn’t even know since we lost contact and it was so amazing mom I cannot even explain to you and then I sang karaoke with him mom it’s meant to be I’m telling you this now,” I nearly hopped out of bed as the joy of seeing him replayed in my head again.

“Oh wow! Honey, that’s really great, but you must let him chase you now, girls don’t run after boys,” my mom lectured me and went back to reading her magazine, although I could see that she was happy for me. I still rolled my eyes at her nevertheless.

Believe it or not, my mom used to be Williams tennis coach for a good five years and my mom was really good friends with his mom, but when he moved everything just stopped. I don’t even know if my mom still speaks to his mom or what’s happening there, but it didn’t matter. The point is he was back and maybe it was meant to be, it has to be, what other explanation could there possibly be?

My mom was right though, I will not be chasing him, and he can come to me and make the first move okay. He seemed just as pleased to see me as I was to see him. So, I would wait, I mean we had forever so there was no rush. 

The hours passed by as slowly as they possibly could, but eventually a nurse came, gave me a gown to put on and soon enough I was being pushed on the bed to the operating room.

I was lying on the bed while the doctors and nurses surrounded me. I felt a pinch in my arm as a nurse injected me with a liquid to make me sleep. I loved the anaesthesia, I’m not even lying. Every time I would say ‘no, nope not going to work on me today’ yet before I knew it I was drifting into a peaceful sleep.

A doctor with blue overalls and a gloves covering his hands leaped towards me.

“Are you feeling sleepy yet?” he asked as he looked down on me, adjusting the bright light above me, temporarily blinding my eyes.

“Not really, just a little bit,” I answered.

“Okay, what about you count down from ten,” he said as he showed some hand signal to the nurse, probably telling her to transfer more anaesthesia liquid into my veins, I don’t know.

I nodded as he started down at me and smiled. He looked really friendly, which is always comforting.

“Ten,” I started.

I only realised that the doctor had dark green eyes when he was watching me intently, waiting for me to fall asleep.

“Nine.”

It wasn’t as beautiful as Harry’s eyes, but they were still worth staring at, or was that weird?

“Eight.”

It was weird. I looked around me and all I saw was nurses and doctors or whoever these people were scattering around to prepare for the operation. There w about ten people in this small operating room, was it really necessary to have so many people just to remove tonsils?

“Seven.”

All these people scattering around made me anxious so I decided to close my eyes as they were anyway starting to feel dreary.

“Six.”

As I closed my eyes all I could see and think of was Harry’s green eyes and how mesmerising they were. I just wanted to stare at him all the time. Since my thoughts were my own I could think of how beautiful he was as much as I wanted.

“Five.”

And he was.

“Four.”

I didn’t think of him in that way or anything I mean my heart is with William, it has always been and it always will be, yet I couldn’t resist. I started to feel myself drift, slowly but surely. I loved this feeling so much.

“Three.”

Harry’s eyes was the last thing I thought of before I was far gone and in dream land.