Each Snowflake

What is happening? What just happened?

I open my eyes. I'm in a dim lit room. I look around, body frozen, trying to figure out were I am. I piece together evidence. A leather chair, side table, floor lamp, cream curtains. It looks like my room, but it doesn't feel right. Someone walks through the door I turn my head to see who it is. It's Leo. This his his room.

"How you feeling?" He ask.

"I've felt worse." I say

I sit up. A sharp pain hits my left side. Ahh.

"Whoa, lay down. You need to rest." Leo says walking over to me, helping me lay back down.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Bambi happened.... She went insane and hit you with a rod. We called a doctor after you passed out from loss of oxygen. You bruised your left ribs pretty bad and got a little cut up. No broken bones though, luckily. Do you know why she hit you? She wouldn't tell us."

I think back to the incident. I think of Bambi holding the rod and reading my notebook. My notebook!

I brace myself for pain and get out of the bed.

"What are you doing? You need to rest Chelsea!" Leo says.

"I need something." I say.

I walk past Leo and out the door. I walk down the hall holding my side with my right hand. I enter the elevator and swap hands to push the elevator button. Bloody finger prints are left on the dial. I look at my hand and see stains of red. I lift up my shirt again and see blotches of red. The elevator doors open, so I cover my bloody bandage with my hand and continue on, to the pool room.

I enter in and see the rod left on the ground. The notebook isn't next to it. I look in the pool and there is where I see it. I walk to the stairs and submerge myself one step at a time. The water reaches my waist and encroaches on my bandage. I get closer to the book with each step but my bandage can't protect my open wounds from the stinging chlorine. I grit my teeth as I grab the soggy notebook, floating on top of the water. I glide back to the stairs and get out the pool. I look down at the notebook and see water pour off of it on to the cement ground. It's ruined! I flip through the pages, every one. All of the ink is smudged, all of the pencil is faded.

Leo walks in with deep sadness in his eyes. I look at him, my eyes are empty. He looks at my wound and sees my shirt is soaked in blood. He grabs a towel off a rack and wraps it around me. He grabs the notebook out of my hands and wraps his arms around my neck. I pressed my face against his chest.

I find myself back in the room where I woke up, Leo's room. He walks over to one of his drawers and pulled out a big sweatshirt and a pair of his boxers. He hands them to me and puts me into the bathroom. I change and hang my bra, underwear, pants, and shirt over the shower rail. One on top of the other. I walk out to see Leo sitting on the leather chair looking out the window, stuck in a glare. He snaps out of it when he hears me walking closer. He turns to me.

"Come here." He says.

I walk closer and he grabs my hands to pull me in. He starts to lift up my sweatshirt but I hold it down. He looks up at me.

"I'm just going to change your bandage." He says.

I let go and let him. He lift up the sweatshirt reviling my stomach. He lift it up to the top of the large bandage and I hold the big bundle. He peels the tape off the edges and slowly pulls away the cotton and mesh. A bloody gash is left deep into my skin. It is pale around the wound. Leo reaches to the ground and pulls up a bottle of black liquid with a tinge of yellow to it. He also brings up some cotton balls. He soaks a cotton ball, leaving it stained dark. He grabs my waist with his left hand and dabs the solution on the wound with his right.

I cringe and breathe in through my teeth. It feels as if a thousand wasps are stinging me. The dark solution enters my bloodstream, I feel the burn all the way through my upper torso. I push the sweatshirt back down, trying to escape the pain. Leo, however, pushes it back up.

"Sorry." He says.

I squeeze a sweatshirt tightly. Every muscle stiffens as I try to forget about the pain. He tosses the cotton ball in the trash and grabs another large bandage. He places the bottom, right above my hip, and the top, right under my breast. He tapes the edges and pulls my sweatshirt down. He stands up and grabs my wrist to pull me to his bed.

"Now will you rest?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say getting under the covers.

"I'm going to go see how Scott's doing." He says.

I grab his arm when he turns away. "Wait." He turns back to me. "Can you stay?" I pull open the covers.

"Are you sure you want me here?" He asks.

I pull his arm making him get in the bed. He gets close to me. What is happening? He lays down next to me pulling my arm, making me get on top of him. I straddle his body. I didn't intend for this to happen, but I can't stop. My face moves inches away from his. I can smell his masculine sandle-wood cologne. It intoxicates my mind and takes over. I stare into his eyes and trace down to his lips. Not even a centimeter away now, I'm pushed to my back. He's on me now. He rests his forearm next to my head and leans in. I grab his cotton grey shirt and pull him further into me. Our lips lock sending me into a spiral. He moves his hand down my right side and lifts up my sweatshirt. His warm hand softens my tense skin. I feel the anatomy of his frame, strong and sleek. We keep kissing until i'm on top again. I pull away, pushing my self up with my hands on his shoulders. We look at each other.

"Uh." I say, with a loss for words.

I feel his hands, both on my back, pull me towards him. Our lips engage once more. I get lost in his grasp. He takes me away from this world and into something unknown. Until, I hear white noise. I pull away again and move off of Leo so he can grab his wacky talky.

"It's Amber. I need you to check up on Scott. He's been a little traumatized after what happened." I hear through the white noise.

"I'm on it." Leo says back. "I have to go." He looks at me. "Try to rest."

I lay down, covering myself  up with the blankets. I hear Leo leave.

What just happened? It is going to be so awkward the next time I see him. I don't even know what to think right now. What do I do?