My Moon

3.

When the docters left all the people continued their walk around the gallery like nothing happened. I was still confused but the docters said I was fine and gave me a little painkiller for the bruises. Since I was one of the artists I was expected to stay untill the reveal of who had the highest bid and got the paintings. I didn't feel like staying longer and wanted to check on Thomas. Then someone woke me from my thoughts by tapping my schouder. As I turned around I immedeatly had a phone pushed into my hands by a classmate of mine. In all confusion I walked to somewhere private and said hello to the other person on the other side of the call.
"Hi is this Mickey Gail?" A woman asked. Confused I answered: "Sort of, I'm Mickey Ghales. Who is this." I heard the woman sigh. "Aha so thats what he is mumbling about. However I called about Thomas Carlisle, he is back into reality and is fine. He started mumbeling about you so I thought I should call the gallery and ask for you.
"Can I talk to him?" I was still shocked and needed to hear his warm voice. The woman told me no. "He needs rest right now and since you told the docter it was you who made him stress. It's better if you leave him be for a while." Immedeatly she hung up on me. Mad and confused I walked back into the gallery.
"Ladies and gentlemen gather around please. We have the results." Everyone walked towards the man who was standing on a chair so everyone could clearly see him. It became deadly scilent. "Lets start with 'seafall' made by Lyza Nares. Its sold to the lady Gallingdon for €96,-." Everyone started to clap and talk again. "Silence please, we would like to continue."
This continued for a while and I drifted off into my own mind. Then someone started pulling on my arm and I heard an exited voice whispering. "Thats yours, omg pay attention." Then I realised my best friend Sila was standing next to me. "...is sold for €289,- to the Mister Carlsisle. Sadly he isn't here to shake hands but the transaction will happen soon." "O. M. G." Sila is looking at me with huge eyes. "Wasn't that the hottie who fell on top of you?" Then it hit me. "He can't have it." "He payed twohundred f*cking eightynine euro's for that thing, why would you not want to sell it?!" I tried to calm her down by giving her a hug and signing to follow me outside.
Once we stood outside I explained myself. "He got stressed beacause he realised I painted it. It would remind him of it and would get another attack, what if he is home alone when he passes the painting. It could be his death." Sila looked puzzled but understood it the second after. "So what are we going to do." "I'll first go to him when I'm allowed to and then ask him about it."