Different // Why Don't We

The boy who cares//Part 29

"Morning Bambi, feeling better?", I open my eyes but the bright light coming from my window makes me shut them immediately: "Wooow", I breath out, "That hurt my eyes." I hear the person next to me chuckle. I turn around to face him but my body isn't cooperating. "Aauw, what the-", I almost smack my hand on my forehead but the person next to me stops me: "Wowowowow, easy. Be careful. You have some bruises." 

Finally, the sounds of his voice becomes clear: "Corbyn? Wha-?" He strokes my hair out of my face, I feel his fingers on my skin: "Shh, you don't remember?" I shake my head, for so far I can because everything hurts. I try to open my eyes again, and this time, it works. Corbyn looks worried, not just a little. A soft smile appears on his face: "There you go! Feeling any pain?"

"Not if I lay still", I hiss, "What happend to me?" Corbyn whispers: "Do I need to call a doctor?" I shake my head. "Just explain to me what happend...", I mumble. He nodds: "It was terrifying seeing you like that... I felt so useless, You-", He sighes and grabs my hand. "Corby, I am okay now, look at me. I am alive and wide awake." He shakes his head: "I know you are... After Jonah left, you- I don't know. You suddenly started breathing heavily. At first I thought you were having an attack but then you started whispering to me. It wasn't quite clear but when I understood you were trying to tell me you were gonna pass out.... You lost your balance before I could catch you.  You hit the edge of the table with your chest and head. After that you went unconscious." 

I try to sit up straight but groan as I fail, Corbyn gently leads my head back to the pillow: "I think it is a great idea if I call the doctor." I hiss loudly: "Corbyn, I am fine! A day rest and I'll be fine." Then the thought strucks: "Wait- you stayed the night?" He nodds: "I slept here, on the floor, as close to you as I could. I didn't get much sleep actually, you were having nightmares... I was so worried." I sigh: "Alright... Call a doctor. I am telling you I am fine, but I know you will be worried sick until I jump around again." He smiles, kisses my forehead and leaves the room to call the doctor.

I check my phone:Zach tried to call me twice, Jack once and Daniel also once. But the notification I crave to see the most, isn't there. Corbyn walks in again: "He will be here in a few minutes, can I get you something in the mean time?" I shake my head. "Okay... Do you want me to stay and talk?" I nodd and he sits down on the edge of my bed: "You wanna talk about...", He pauzes for a second and smirks, "Your feelings for Jonah?"

I gasp, which makes me feel pain instantly and I hiss loudly: "What are you talking about? I don't have feelings for him!" He laughs: "Oh, you definitely don't. Alsace agrees with my theory and so does Hanna." I try to lay still with my body as I reach for him to slap his arm. He bursts out laughing: "You confessed with that move." I sigh and he gets curious: "When did they start to fly? The butterflies in your stomach?" I smile at the memory: "Do you remember the day we went jet-skiing? It was that day I noticed my heart was raising when he held me, or was just by my side."

He whines: "You are blushing! That's so cute!" I hide my face in the blankets as the doorbell rings. "That will be the doctor", Corbyn says. He leaves and I lower my blankets: "I love him too much to be healthy" I giggle at my own joke as Corbyn comes back in with, I assume, the doctor. "Hello, my name is Jack Johnson, your friend called me." I nodd slightly and he does a few checks. With every check Corbyn asks if it hurts, some do but most don't. "You have some light bruised ribs. If you take it slowly and carefully, you'll be out of bed by tomorrow. Painkillers won't be really necessary, unless you really want one", Doctor Johnson says with a smile. I thank him and Corbyn leads him out. When he walks in I giggle: "Satisfied?" He reaches for me and hugs me carefully: "I'll listen to you next time." I grab his hand and hold it tight. 

Suddenly his phone rings: "It's Daniel", he says. I close my eyes as I think about how I ruined everyone's night. Corbyn puts Daniel on speaker:

"Yo? is Amber awake?", he asks. I am relieved. He doesn't sound mad or anything so I answer with a relieved smile on my face: "Yes I am Daniel! Wide awake!"

"Heey Amber! Are you alright?", he asks. I hear he is relieved as well.

"I am fine, just some- light bruised ribs", I hesitate for a second, not sure if I should tell it like that.

"Luckily! I was so worried! We all were. I'll tell the boys the news.", He exclaims happily. He turns to Corbyn: "Corbyn? Can we- talk?", He asks carefully. He probably knows he is still on speaker. Corbyn knows what Daniel tries to say and walks out of the room.

He doesn't come back for 10 minutes. I am bored and, as I can't do much, I play with my blankets and humm my favorite song. He walks back in after those long minutes, he looks sad: "Jonah is with the boys now... but he hasn't been talking... He has been sitting on the couch, staring at the thin air", He whispers and sits down on the edge of my bed: "Daniel says he shot Zach a furious but more sad look when he asked about you."