It was 10:00pm I was slowly falling asleep, listening to the beeping of the machines I was connected to. Mr. Astori closes shop at 11:00pm maybe I can get some rest and be able to see him when he comes in. I opened my eye and the sun hasn't came out yet, it's only 6am. Did I miss Mr. Astori last night? I thought to myself, I felt bad. My room was dark but there is a small light so that the nurses can see when they check my vitals. I was looking around the room and I started hearing a light tapping on the door, as though someone wasn't trying to wake me. Mr. Astori walked in quietly with a few roses. "Mr. Astori?" I spoke softly so that I wouldn't scare him.
You should have seen his face, he just lit up from hearing my voice. He came next to my bedside and took my hand in his "Oh Bambino (child)" you could see the sadness in his eyes. "how are you feeling?" he said in his broken English. I smiled " I have been better Mr. Astori this bed is horrible" I joked. "Bambino, the nurses are helping no? you need rest, you need to heal and become healthy" he said in a soft but stern voice. He tapped the top of my hand with his and kissed my cheek " the bakery seems different without you, you heal and you come back okay?". "yes Mr. Astori" I smiled at him. He let go my hand "well I have to get back to the shop up and going this morning, take care" he smiled and waved bye.
Since this morning when I saw Mr. Astori it's been a few more days. I haven't been awake to see him since. I know he has been here because there were a few more flowers by the window. My mom has been busy at work so she hasn't been by but she has been calling me once she was off of work. I understand she's tired and she can't always come up here to see me. I'm 21 so I don't need someone up here all the time. Doctor came in to check on me "Miss. Rose today is your lucky day I am discharging you. How does that sound?" I smiled " that sounds pretty good to me I want to get back home" I chuckled. " Shabella there are a few things you need to do for me once you get home, that you get plenty of rest, only sponge baths since you did get stitches if there is anything and I mean anything doesn't feel right don't hesitate to come back up and I'll see what's going on" he looked at me waiting for me to accept what he had just said. "yes sir" smiling I took my discharge papers and thanked him. Right before he exited the room he turned and had one hand on the frame of the door "Oh and Shabella no driving till further notice". "alright doc" I smiled and started putting me essentials into over night bag that my mom had brought up to me.
Once I had everything together I made my way to the elevators to go down to the main floor. I was the only one in the elevator and I pressed the lobby 1 button. once the doors closed I felt relieved I was out of that horrible bed and I was finally going home. It felt like it took forever to get to the main floor, once I heard the ding I grabbed my bag and headed out of the elevator I turned and saw this handsome man. He had dark brown almost black hair and light blue eyes and it looked like he had a 5 o clock shadow, he looked similar to David James Gandy. He must have seen me admiring him because he gave me a grin while the elevator doors were closing. I thought to myself "girl you need to go home and get some sleep". I smirked at the thought and went and found a seat in the lobby. I called my mother to have her pick me up and drop me off at home. It was only a 15 minute drive from my moms to my house. She showed up few minutes later and parked at the main entrance doors and helped me get in the car.
My mom drove up the drive to my two bedroom house. It was small but it was a nice cozy home for just me. You had my room and then you had the room I did all my art projects, this was the messiest room in the house. All the clay, canvas paintings leaned against the wall just waiting to be hung up. My mother lived a 15 minutes away from me so I didn't see her everyday since she worked a lot. Mom helped me out of the car and up my front porch steps. I unlocked the front door and went in, I placed my bag on the couch and sat down.
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An Italian Old Fashion Love
RomanceThis story is about a young adult name Shabella Rose. Shabella Rose is an art student at Jupiter Arts in Port Wells, Maine. She has become great friends with an old Italian man name Mr. Astori who owns the Astori's Bakery down the road. Shabella use...