Green-minded (EDITING) ✔

T W E N T Y - S E V E N: Our Song

*Two weeks later*

The blender briskly crushes the mixture of cooked rice, broccoli, and steamed chicken fillet while I'm preparing the pieces of equipment needed for Tony's NGT (Nasogastric tube) feeding. This is like our music every morning in the penthouse.

After the food's ready, I call out for the nurse to give Tony's breakfast. Nurse George mouths 'thanks', as he takes the food to Tony's room.

While we're cleaning the kitchen, George comes running, panting, his face is pale as if he had seen a ghost, "Tony's awake!"

Those two words are like magic that put wide smiles on our weak faces-- Greg, Kelly, and I. We never lost hope even if the doctor said that Tony's a lost cause, we still hoped for the best. He's in a coma for two weeks and we never stop wishing and praying for him to wake up.

"Thank God!" Kelly is teary-eyed as Greg scoops her to his arms. His other arm takes me, who are now bursting into tears of joy, my shoulders shake under his hand. I'm speechless and grateful. It's as if the burden I've been carrying on my shoulders all this while were lifted off instantaneously.

"We've got a bit of a problem..." George continues, scratching his head while frowning.

*****

We enter a room full of mess with Tony sitting on the bedside, throwing the things around him using his elbows--the lampshade, notebooks, pens, empty glass, and medicines. We embrace ourselves, fighting the urge to hug him for waking up miraculously. It appears that somebody's not in a good mood.

The green loose shirt and white shorts he's wearing are damped with water. He finger combs his messy hair, "What the fuck's going on with me?!"

"Why can't I hold a freaking glass of water?!"

His face appears sour. We're all clueless and bewildered as he is. No explanation is available on our side.

"Please calm down. You just woke up." I approach him, trying to lay him back on the bed.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Appalled, I open my mouth but nothing came out. Did he develop amnesia?

"She's Amber." Greg answers for me.

"I know but what are you doing here? And who are you to touch me?" Tony's like a rabid dog, ready to bite me. Erase that, a gorgeous wolf staring at his prey. This is not the time to be fangirling, Amber.

We all sigh in relief. Seems like we shared the same thoughts that Tony might have amnesia.

"I'm sorry." I say, trying to hide my smile after confirming that he didn't lose his memory.

"We're definitely glad you woke up Tony. Let's ask Dr. Bill about this situation with the glass. For now, please rest." Greg attempts to pacify Tony.

I hear Kelly talking to Doctor Bill, Tony's personal physician, on her cellphone, "Doc, good news, Tony's awake. You need to check on him straight away though. He says something strange like he can't hold a glass of water."

Yes, that's truly odd. Maybe his body isn't fully capable of physical actions yet due to weeks of being bedridden.

"My back hurts so bad and you want me to rest? I speculate that I've been sleeping for days, it seems like my soul left my body for a while. What I want to do is eat. A ton. My stomach's grumbling, Greg. Please." Tony blurts out.

"Okay, I'll have food prepared for you." Greg exits the room, while Kelly and George follow him.

Tony gawks at me, "What are you still doing here? Get out!" He points his index finger to the bedroom door.

I gape and swallow the lump formed on my throat, receiving his stare is like pins and needles being pricked on my face, I wince feeling hurt but I understand that I deserve that. My heartbeat accelerates as I try to gain enough courage to face him, "I just want to say-"

"Sorry?! Are you kidding me? You're absolutely a psycho! I was never wrong about you."

Does he remember that I'm the one who caused the accident? Of course, stupid, he did not have amnesia. Duh.

No, the question is, "Did you see me?"

"Surely, your ugly beetle isn't tinted and I heard you while I was sleeping. You're a motormouth, I want to rest but I always hear your stories and confessions. "

"I see. I really am sorry. Thought we lost you." Glad I didn't tell him I'm Ash and that I love him.

"I don't die easily."

"Yes, you're a fighter."

"I'm knowledgeable of that. Don't think that since I woke up, I can forgive you. You drink and drive, that's never acceptable."

"Got you. My deed is certainly unforgivable."

"If you want to die, just die alone. Don't pull others' feet ten feet under."

I bow my head, extremely embarrassed. I was never an insensitive and reckless person except for that day when I became a wrecking ball.

Silence fills the room until Tony speaks again, "Your voice is very beautiful and soothing. I heard your singing-- lullabies, pop, and love songs. I listened to them all."

A blush creeps on my cheeks, "Thank you."

"Thought I heard your voice before...."

Shit. "Oh they say I sound like...", liar, liar pants on fire, "Ariana Grande."

"Really? No, it's more like-"

"Another one, Demi Lovato."

"Nah. More like someone special for me."

Special? That word squeezes my heart, taking my breath away.

"Special? It m-must b-be, uh, Taylor Swift, she's an h-household name, everyone thinks she's special, so are you, agree?"

"Spot-on.", he beams at me.

Salvation came, in the form of Nurse George carrying a tray full of delicious foods. In my eyes, he's like an angel sent from above.

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