Can You Teach Me What Love Is?

Chapter three:

Chapter three:

*Max

     My eyes flickered opened to bright sunlight, though, its source was unknown. I felt comfortable laying on whatever was below me, I was pretty sure it was a mattress, it was very soft. I wasn’t expecting to wake up on a mattress; actually, I wasn’t expecting to wake up at all. Why had I lived? I should have been dead, my heart should have exploded or gave away, but I was still here…living. Well, I assumed I was living, I wasn’t quite sure what was going on at first.

     I looked up to a woman in green nurses scrubs. Short, curly red hair, thin frame, and apple cheeks were all I could see at the angle I was laying at, plus my vision was a tad blurry. I knew then I must have been at a hospital. She turned around, giving me a full front viewing, and looked down at my left arm; I didn’t believe she knew I was awake yet. A small pointy nose, long thin lips which she was biting down on with her pearl white teeth, and golden hazel eyes with flecks of green in them.

     She was…beautiful.

     It was then I felt her long finger nails and soft hands gently rubbing up and down over the surface of my arm. “Hhm, scars.” She mumbled, running over the old scratches on top my arm with her finger tips, using little to no pressure. Her touch felt warm and rather soothing as they lied on my arm for a moment.

     My hand made a little twitch, and almost immediately her eyes slowly started following up from there onto my face. I learned then she was much prettier when she was looking you in the eyes. “I’m sorry did I wake you?” She asked nearly whispering, at the same time jerking her hand of my arm. I nodded no and inhaled a breath through my nose. She turned around and I moved my head awkwardly to watch. She glanced back and said,

     “Looks like your pillow could be fluffed, would you like that?”

     I nodded yes.

     She bent down just above my body and reached her arms behind my head to begin fluffing my pillow. The woman was in my face, inches from touching noses, and I realized she was much, much prettier up close. Before she finished, she stopped and remained hovered above my body. “Better?” She questioned and gave the pillow another fluffing. I nodded my head again, telling her yes. She stood up and put a hand on her hip with an arched eyebrow, smiling. “You don’t say much, do you?”

     I chuckled to myself, chewing on my bottom lip. “I’m just…just wondering why I’m still here, that’s all,” I replied and it came out rather deep. Her shoulders sank a little and her once smile sagged into a frown.

     “If you need anything just press your pager,” She informed and began to walk away, that was until I grabbed her hand before she could escape.

    “What’s your name?” I asked, slightly pulling her toward me.

     She spun around, smiling slightly, and said, “Wendy.”

     “Wendy.”

     She suddenly started to make sense. Was she who I thought?

     “Stone? Wendy Stone?” I uttered quickly, eager for an answer.

     “Yes,” She answered, and stared at me for a second wearing a thoughtful face. “Max?” She said through her teeth, smiling sweetly. I raised up from the bed and grinned at her like a sneaky dog.

     “You remember me, don’t you?”

     Next thing I knew we were tightly sharing a hug. “Yes, yes, of course I remember you, silly!” She squealed, squeezing me snugly around the neck. Who would have thought something good could of came out of attempting suicide? Whoever thought that it couldn’t better eat their words.

     “You’ve really blossomed since first grade,” I joked at the same time her arms were still hooked around my neck. “You look absolutely beautiful, not that you didn’t in grade school.” She laughed happily and pressed her hand against my cheek, bringing warmth.

     “It’s been a while, Max,” She mumbled, gazing down at the bed sheets we sat on, and slowly her hand left my face.

     Tears began to build in my eyes as I neared toward her body and pulled her closer to me. “You were taken from me as a child,” I whispered in her ear before brushing a lock of hair away. “We were best friends for a reason, and I’m not going to let anything take that from us now…you were all I had, Wendy.”

     A tear twinkled in her eye as she smiled again. “Best friends forever.”

     “And ever,” I added.