Lonely Girl Does Stupid Things

Chapter Seven

After that point, I can't remember a great deal of what happened that night. It comes back to me in flashes. I remember being held. Someone had their hands around me tightly, I think they carried me? Yes definitely. I remember being in the air, then the cold of the outside, my head was on the ground, by the curb, I felt cold and wet, it must have been raining, but I was still feeling hot and itchy. I recall someones face being close to mine, looking at me.

"What are you doing?" I remember saying, but I don't remember what the response was.

"It's coming." the voice kept saying. I kept rubbing my face and neck but someone was pulling my hand away. Suddenly I felt something happening to my eyes.

"...What in the.... world?" The voice said, it sounded baffled and confused. I felt a weird but oddly satisfying pull, and I realised, those fake lashes were being peeled off. I tried to open my eyes.

"Don't open." the voice said. It was a man, his voice was deep and comforting, it was quite sexy to be honest. Yea me, even in the midst of anaphylaxis I can pick up on hot guys, either way I did as I was told then the true highlight of my whole night was realised. A cool soft wetness swept across my eyelids gently, it felt like heaven, it felt so beautiful to me, it must have been wet wipes, someone was cleaning around my eyes, but more than that, that someone was taking the utmost care, I hadn't been touched like that before, only by my mum and family, but this stranger was so delicate and caring, I trusted him completely, thinking about it makes me want to cry. I wished someone would touch me like that again. The touch brought to my mind how lonely I really am. I kept coming in and out of consciousness.

"She had an allergic reaction to something." He was saying to someone. I finally managed to open my eyes a little, I saw the florescent yellow of an ambulance van, the dark green of a paramedic, the black of the sky, but what I saw that I noticed more than any of those things was the blue checked shirt leaned over me, it was him. He was the one who took me out of the club, he was the one who must have called the ambulance... he saved me.

Bits and pieces keep coming back to me. I remember the feeling of being in the van, as it bumped along the road. Blue checked shirt guy was there, he was looking at me, I remember him smiling at me, it was so warm and comforting, so genuine, maybe he wasn't the arrogant douche bag I had thought. I don't even know why I thought that in the first place, perhaps I was just acting insecure. The next thing I remember was leaning over a bucket and emptying my insides into it in the hospital, I don't know if he was there at that point but I sure hope not, it was like my stomach was a toothpaste tube and someone was squeezing it from the bottom, it was awful. Then black again.

"Can you hold her hand or something please while I do this." I recall a voice saying at some point, and he did, blue checked shirt guy held my hand, I think they were giving me an injection, I guess I wasn't easy to inject. Maybe they thought he was my boyfriend and that I would calm down if he was near me. I suppose he did calm me down.

"It's okay Sade, you're fine." He said to me. His handsome face staring into mine, eyes round, light brown and transparent, transparent in the sense, I could just see he was so honest and he was just there to help me, I could look into them all day.