Eye of the Beholder [Completed]

Chapter 9

       About ten minutes later, I still haven't received any sort of signal, noise, or sign from Samuel that he was ready for me to come back into the room. I sigh, and barge back into the room. He is in the exact same position that I left him in. The protein bar is long gone. He is holding the water bottle in his left hand.

       "Were you just going to make me sit out there and wait all day?" I ask. I grab the computer chair that is at the desk in his room, pull it up to the side of the bed, and sit down.

"That was the plan." He replies, while just staring off into space with a stoic look on his face.

"Did you take your pain medicine?" I ignore his comment.

     He nods his head yes. He is still staring into space. I wonder what he is thinking about. I wonder if he is thinking about my sister. And if he is thinking about her right now, I wonder what it is that he IS thinking about her. My parents are shocked that their "perfect" daughter has done this to her "perfect" fiancé, but I'm not surprised at all. It hasn't shocked me one bit.

"So, does your mom normally help you go to the bathroom?" I ask him.

His eyes dart to mine for a brief moment and then he looks away from me once again.

"My prosthetic legs should be coming in soon. " He informs me.

"How long?" I probe.

He sighs. "My mom says it should be any day now."

I nod. "Cool. Until then, I'm going to have to help you with certain things, whether you like it or not."

He looks at me, and his eyes narrow. "Did Brittany set you up to do this for me?"

My eyes widen. I did not expect that question. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Why aren't you answering?" He asks me in a cold voice.

"Why would you think that she would do that?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Because she feels sorry about dumping her legless, useless, and good for nothing fiancé." He tells me, coldly.

I gasp, slightly. He doesn't notice. I sit up straighter. "No. She did not tell me to do this." I scoot the chair closer to the bed. Without thinking, I place my hand on top of his hand that is laying beside him. He, immediately, looks down at my hand on his and it feels like his whole body tenses up, but he doesn't say anything. "I did this on my own accord. You may be legless, but you are useful and you are good for something. " I pat his hand, and then place my hand back in my lap.

    He doesn't say anything. He is staring over at something. My eyes follow his gaze. It is a picture of him and my sister. I sigh. "Has she spoken to you at all since this happened?"

"No." He takes his eyes off of the picture, but doesn't look at me.

"Well, then how can you be so sure that you two are over?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood.

He laughs, but it's not a happy laugh, it's a dark laugh.  "Why would I want to be with someone who hasn't been there for me for one of the hardest times of my life?" He asks me.

"You have a point." I agree with him.

He sighs. "And, yes, my mom normally helps me with going to the bathroom and other things along those lines."

I look over at the wheelchair in the corner of the room.

"Okay, well lets bring you to the bathroom, because I'm sure you have to go. You just woke up."