Blue Jay #Wattys2016

DREAMLESS SLUMBER

I could hear the silent drop of water emanating from a tap nearby. I could also hear people whispering to one another and the faintest sound of a pen scrapping paper.

   I jerked my hand up to my forehead, eyes still shut.

   Immediately after moving my body the slightest bit, I could feel a breezy heat surrounding me. A lot of heat.

   It wasn’t heat, I realized, it was people. There were people crowding me.

   I slowly opened my eyes to see who exactly it was that was watching me during my dreamless sleep.

   It was just Blake, a doctor, and a nurse.

   We were in a tiny white, tiled room. The faintest smell of hand sanitizer and cleaning agents filled the crevasses of the air.

   I started to panic when I realized where I was.

   I nervously sat up with what must have been a look of anguish crossing my face, because everyone else’s expressions shifted from reassuring to anxious and confused.

   Their faces made me even more panicky. I was about to open my mouth to ask a question, but Blake breezed his fingers lightly over my shaky hand.

   My heart was suddenly filled with such happiness and warmth, I barely even recognized what I was feeling. Well, obviously, I was feeling love because my boyfriend was there.

   I moved my hand gently over Blake’s face “Hey, handsome.” I managed. My voice sounded broken and discrete from it’s usual hard tone.

   He looked me over. A puzzled expression written all over his face.

   While the nurse left the room, the doctor stepped closer to me. His beautiful golden hair, that was the first thing I noticed about him, tousled loosely around his perfect face. He has a thin and amazingly sculptured jaw line. He’s very pale as well, as if he has never been in the sun. 

   He seemed as if he was made to be specifically different from everyone else on the planet. I had never seen anything like him before.

   Beautiful.

   Beautiful was the only word that could cross my mind.

   “Hi.” he greeted with a small smile, his voice as smooth as his cool persona “How are you, Christina?”

   For a brief second, when he said my name, I completely forgot where I was. I could feel Blake tensing up then.

   Something surprising happened though. Blake started to walk toward the door.

   “Where are you going?” I whimpered, my voice still broken.

   “Just out in the hallway.” he said. Then he mumbled aggressively, loud enough for me to hear “As if you care.”

   That was completely unnecessary. What had I done to him to make him have so much hate in his voice?

   “What’s up with him?” I asked the doctor.

   He moved his hand through my hair. I flinched away and looked him over. I quickly realized that he wasn’t a doctor.

   I assumed he was a doctor because I had never seen him before, but now? Now I’m positive that he’s a stranger in my hospital room. Strange, is more like it. He’s just, strange.

   I was a little afraid, but certain that Blake wouldn’t have left me alone in here with a psycho.

   Instead of looking at things from a reasonable perspective- maybe this guy saved my life, maybe he was the one who hit me, maybe he’s a friend of Blake’s and since (for no apparent reason) Blake is upset with me, this guy needs to be a messenger. But that wouldn’t explain the hair touching -I looked at this from an aggressive perspective.