Mentally in love (Remington Leith)

Chapter Two

I woke up to the sound of someone screaming. It wasn't yelling, but the scream of someone in fear.

I sat up in my bed, and looked around trying to find the source of the noise. My eyes dance around the room analyzing the dark state it was in. The only light was the moon shining outside the window.

I looked over at Remington who was shaking and screaming. I knew that the nurses would be here any second. But I couldn't help myself.

I arose from my bed and began to walk towards him. I could see his hair sticking to his forehead which was covered in sweat.

I contemplated crossing the invisible line before deciding that I would much rather help him than be useless.

I stepped over the invisible line and walked silently to his bed. I sat down gently on his bed before cautiously rubbing his arm in attempt to wake him up.

When that didn't work, I began to shake his arm in a more violent manner. This caused his eyes to shoot open. He sat up, and gasped. His eyes filled with tears. He grabbed me and held me close as his body began to shake.

"Larisa, I saw her again. I miss her so much. Why did she die? Why wasn't it me?" He sobbed. His voice becoming a higher pitch. I could feel his body shaking into mine.

I couldn't speak back, but I could rub his back and shake side to side. I bit my lip. I could hum to him...but was it worth it? I knew that I was a selective mute, but...he was scared. I should comfort him.

I sighed and began to hum. I began to hum Northern Downpour by Panic! At The Disco.

It was one of my favorite songs before my family was murdered. It was something my mom would sing to me after I had a nightmare. It was something I used to calm myself down from an anxiety attack in the asylum.

His sobs began to subside, and his body became more relaxed and heavier.

"Good job Eleonora, you did a great thing. Thank you," Larisa stood at the door. She has medication in her hands.

I gently placed him back into the bed, careful not to hit his head. And then pulled the blankets up to his chest.

"I couldn't just let him suffer, even if he is a dick. No one should suffer like that," I signed back.

"I would've just left him if I were you. I know he's not the friendliest person. He has a dark past. Not as dark as yours. But..it's up there," Larisa sighed,"his brothers are coming to visit tomorrow. I don't know if you'll want to be in here tomorrow."

"Are they mean?" I signed back in a questioning manner.

"No, but they are very loud. And one of them speaks sign language. His name is Emerson. He's so sweet. And my boyfriend, Sebastian, is just a little crazy," She smiled. Her eyes seemed to light up when she mentioned him.

"I don't mind loud. I just don't think I can handle new people yet, but I'll stay in here," I signed back.

"I understand. I will see you at breakfast later on. Thank you for your help," She smiled at me before taking her leave.

Later in the day when the sun arose, I awoke first. I looked at Remington. His back was facing me. His shoulders rose and fell with a quiet snore.

I smiled at the sight. The rest of the night was peaceful. There were no more tears or screams. It was just his quiet snores that sung me to sleep.

I arose from the bed, and walked towards the bathroom. There were new things today. There was a black and red striped towel sat on the counter with coconut shampoo and a matching conditioner. A change of clothes, but it was just the same thing I was wearing. And a new toothbrush with toothpaste. There was a black brush that rested on the counter beside the layered mess.