Telepathic Love

Chapter 5.2: A Connection Finally Made

Isabella's POV

I woke up, my whole boy aching. The medication they gave me makes me fall asleep for about three hours. The pain went away when I thought about who I talked to a few hours ago.

My Soulmate finally formed our connection.

I smiled as I thought about our brief conversation. I thought about how relieved he seemed to be to hear I was okay. I thought about how calming his voice is. I thought about how easy it seemed to talk to him.

"Isabella?"

My breath got caught in my throat when I heard his voice.

"Hi," I said, my voice soft. "How are you?"

"Stuck in a boring meeting."

I giggled when he groaned. I bit my lip, thinking of a cute response.

"Would you rather be in a hospital room with nurses poking you with needles every twenty minutes?"

"I'd rather be with you."

I felt my cheeks burning when he said that. I looked down and started nervously playing with the scratchy hospital blanket.

"I'd rather you be here with me too," I said, my voice soft.

I looked at my arm where they just took blood from for the third test since this morning. I glanced over at the IV, my eyes watering. All I wanted to do was go home.

"Are you okay?" His voice snapped me out of the anxiety attack I almost went into.

"Yeah," I said struggling to sound normal. "It's just. . . I hate hospitals, Zac. I hate the constant tests, the random tiredness from the pain meds, the being alone. My mom doesn't do well in hospitals and my dad has to be at the diner. I don't want to be alone."

"You're not alone, Isabella," he said without hesitation. "I'm here for you. Whenever you get lonely, just reach out to me."

"What if you're busy?" I stuttered.

"I'm never too busy for you."

I let out a small laugh, smiling and blushing like a little girl.

"I mean it, Isabella," he said reassuringly. "It took me way too long to reach out to you. I promise that I will always be reachable from now on."

"Zac," I said, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"It might be interesting to see how the natives live there. We could compare it to the average U.S. citizen."

I tilted my head, confused. "What?" I giggled.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "I'm still getting used to this whole talking in my head thing. I've already whispered half our conversation under my breath in this meeting."

"Oh no." I laughed. I cleared my throat when I remembered he told me he was in a meeting and I was interrupting him.

"Do I need to let you go?" I asked, my voice shaky.

"No," he said quickly. "It's okay. I want to talk to you, Isabella."

I felt myself relax with his reassuring tone.

"What?" He asked, trying to add a teasing tone to his voice.

"You don't have to keep calling me by my full name," I chuckled.

"Oh yeah? What would you rather me call you?"

I blushed and bit my bottom lip. I'd be lying if I say I've never imagined what my Soulmate might call me.