The house no one Knows about

TWENTY-ONE

I no longer like having this drip in my arm. I freaking hurts. I wrap my hand around the drip and start to pull it out but it hurts even more.

'Aaarrgghh!' I try to swallow my screams so that I wouldn't summon any doctors or nurses.

I hold the cord again and start to pull it out. I am expecting a lot of blood actually because they insert things like IV drips into veins in your arm or hand so I know what I'm dealing with.

'Aaarrgghh!'

I bite my lip with a lot of force. Pulling the cord out feels like my arm is exploding from the inside but I continue because I'm crazy. When I pull the cord out finally both my lip and arm start to bleed but I am only concerned about one of them. In a cabinet nearby I'm lucky to find some plasters, bandages and antiseptic. I use all three and in less than five minutes my arm is bandaged but I 'm expecting the blood to soak through soon.

I go to the window and stare at the snow. I can't help but smile because I still remember every second of our snow day. The anonymous attractive boy who is always and drives a Ferrari 458 Italia is watching me and smiling. He's got tears in his eyes; sweet boy. I don't turn around to look at him, he's doing what he does best and so am I.

'You said I couldn't save you' he half-whispers.

I press my nose against the glass feeling the cold air attack my skin.

'They gave me some type of drug that made my whole body hurt for like a day, it was so annoying and I was sweating so I woke up. I think it's the drug'

He engulfs me in a hug. I hug him so hard because I know that he's been stressing over me so long; he still smells like cocoa butter.

'I love you so much' he whispers

'I know'

He kisses my forehead and I hug him again.

'How long have I been here?'

'A week'

'You?'

'Same'

'I was expecting that'

He pulls away from me and sits on the edge of the bed.

'I have bad news'

I place a finger on his lips.

'I just woke up'

We eat in the hospital canteen because the saving six (as T.A.A.B.W.I.A.W.A.D.A.F.458.I calls them) declare that I need nutrition. What we are eating is probably meant to be a burger but the meat is semi-solid and the lettuce and bread is burnt. When I look around I see several people with different kinds of problems. There is a family with Siamese twins; both girls. There is also a boy with a broken leg, a woman who has just undergone a double mastectomy and many other patients with either basic or complex issues, but the one that catches my eyes is a girl with a bandage covering her eye. The bandage is very thick and is soaked with blood. A scarf is tied into a bow across her auburn hair. She picks at her food with little awareness and pushes her thick, dark sunglasses up her nose.

None of us know what to say, so we eat in silence. I think that T.A.A.B.W.I.A.W.A.D.A.F.458.I is probably used to not speaking to me. I am under inspection immediately after lunch; my blood pressure, my brain, my lungs and my throat are checked. The result is; my blood pressure is a little bit higher than usual; my brain is almost fine, this means less or no frequent seizures but reacting abnormally to different occasions. The swelling on my lungs has gone down and the reddening in my throat is still there and I have a nasty sore throat. There is nothing else wrong with me but I have to stay in the hospital for two days so that the reddening can disappear completely.