Turning Point (A Reaching Out Novel)

Chapter Thirty-Two

The next morning, I woke up to the scent of paint. I put my hand on the left part of the bed and I felt that Allana wasn't there.

I opened my eyes.

" No, don't open them. " a familiar sweet voice told me.

" Why?"

" Just don't. "

" Honey, I'm loving this little mystery. "

" Just open them when I tell you. "

I fixed my position.

" Don't move. You'll ruin it. " Allana said.

" Ruin what?"

" Shh. Go back to sleep. "

" You're kinda worrying me. "

" No need to worry. Just go back to sleep. "

I probably fell asleep because Allana woke me up.

" Is it okay to open my eyes?" I asked.

" Yeah. "

I did.

The first thing I saw was Allana's smiling face.

" You look messy. " I said.

" Well, good morning too you too. " she said while handing me my robe.

" Good morning. " I said as she puts my robe on me

Allana was wearing a black v-necked shirt and black shorts, and her hair was in a messy bun, that's why she looks messy.

" Did you take a shower yet?" I asked.

" Yeah, I did. Why?"

" Nothing. What were you doing a while ago?"

" Which one?"

" The one that required me to sleep again. "

" Ah, I'll show it to you after you take a bath. Which may I add, that I ran for you. "

When I entered my bathroom, it smelled like bath salts, peppermint bath salts, Allana's favourite.

Allana does know how to run a bath, the bath was complete with aromatherapy, relaxing sounds and of course a rubber duckie and a ship.

After an hour or so, I finished the bath, I smell so minty and fresh.

Since Allana is wearing a black shirt and white shorts, I decided to wear the same colours too.

" Are you done?" Allana said.

" Yeah, lemme just finished combing. " I said.

After two minutes, I came out, and Allana was sitting on the bed with her glasses on.

" So, what did you do?" I asked.

" What did I do?"

" The one that required me to sleep again. "

She stood up and grabbed my hand.

" Come with. "

We went back to her painting room, and there on the center, was a white cloth in a tripod, covering a painting.

" Okay, remember when we were talking about me being frustrated about the colour of your eyes painting wise?"

I nodded while staring at the tripod.

" Yes. "

" Okay, I took advantage of you sound asleep and I-" she pulled the cloth, " I, painted you sleeping. "

" Wow. "

It looks a lot like me, the features were great, details were payed attention to, Allana is amazing.

" Allana, you're.. this.. is amazing. "

She smiled.

" Thank you. "

" Amazing." I said while hugging her.

And we were face to face when I felt a sudden urge to sneeze.

And I did.

Allana's eyes were shut, which means that I sneezed on her face.

" Shit! I'm sorry. " I grabbed a paper towel and wiped her face.

" It's okay. "

Allana grabbed my arm.

" Harry, there are lesions on your arm. "

" What?"

" These are from allergies. "

" What were in the bath salts?" I said while scratching.

Allana hit my hand, signalling me to stop scratching. " Stop scratching! Just peppermint and cinnamon"

Now I'm scratching my face.

Itchy.

Itchy.

" I'm allergic to cinnamon. "

" Oh crap. Let's go back to the room. "

" What about the-" sneeze. " the-" sneeze.

" Room, now. "

She lay me down the bed and called the infirmary for my anti-allergy prescriptions.

" Why didn't you tell me you were allergic to cinnamon?"

Now my tongue is swollen.

" I orgat. " was all I could manage to say.

After a few seconds, a nurse came in with a tray of what I think are my prescriptions.

" Do you need help?" the nurse asked.

" No, no thanks. I can manage. "

The nurse left.

Allana pulled out a syringe, shot it on my thigh.

" I'm so sorry I let you bathe in cinnamon. " she said.

" Tho'kay. "

" Okay, quit trying to talk. "

She fixed my pillow and looked at me.

" Shit, you're eyes are swelling up. "

'I'm sure the medicine will work it's way soon. ' I thought.

She put a hand on my eyes to shut them.

" Go back to sleep. I hope that when you wake up, everything will be alright. "

She kissed my finger tips.

I don't know why my fingertips, maybe it's the only part of me without lesions.