Rolling in the Deep

Part 11

Taron finally managed to sleep, when he successfully got back to bed. He had avaded all the unit staff and seemed to have avoided anyone noticing his absence. He woke as usual with the noise of the place coming to life and stretched. In the kerfuffle her forgot to collect the diary from under his pillow and was mid-way through his shower, when it dawned on him. The Staff changed the sheets daily. He sped up and rushed out of the bathroom at his top speed, which was far slower than he needed to be. He rolled over to the clean and neatly dressed bed. Reaching under the pillows that were now neatly tucked under the tight sheet. His hand landed on the satin block and he exhaled deeply. Pulling the book out he held it to his chest. He chided himself for not finding a more secure place for it and wrapping it in one of his tops, he placed it into his drawer.

It was then he heard a noise from across the room and saw someone turn slightly in the bed. At first, his heart dropped thinking your bed space had been given to someone else. But when he saw the sparkly, green blue hue of your toenails, he smiled and instantly rolled his way to the side of the bed. You were sleeping soundly, your thumb in your mouth and index finger curved over your nose. A small smile played on your lips as your dreamed. Taron too smiled and stroked your forehead, watching you sleep. His eyes took in the cuts, he assumed the glass had made to your skin. His fingers ran over them as he thought about what could have made you feel you had to take such drastic action.

Somewhere someone shouted that physio had begun and Taron headed off to the gym. As he stretched he focussed his thoughts. He visualised the heaviest stunts, the hardest physical work he was used to. This was the target, he was going to get back to doing this and more. His face was firm and set as he pushed the bar with his feet. His trainer watching from the side, was used to patients forcing themselves to attain a level above their capabilities and knew it was a lesson Taron needed to learn alone. He need to understand his body had changed and know its new limits. But when Taron suddenly shot out a scream in pain, the physio called a halt. Enough Dave he said turning Tarons ankle he saw in was already puffing up.

Finding a cold compress he sent Taron back to bed to rest, ice, compress and elevate the ankle. It looked like a pulled muscle but pushing too far was only going to slow his progress. Taron heard the words and he knew the logic. But the need to get back to normal was too strong. The need to not seem weak or vulnerable right now was over-riding.

As he lay on the bed with his hands behind his head and leg raised, he glanced across at your bed. You were still sleeping and though Taron knew if you needed anything it was rest, he still ached to talk to you, to understand and know more. He closed his eyes.

Your lips were soft and as they hit his, he felt a shiver run through him. His stomach tightened and he felt dizzy. Using all he had in him his let his lips talk for him, running his top lip gently against yours, as they parted, he caught it between his teeth lightly. Dipping his tongue into your mouth and finding yours. He moved in time with you, every touch of skin to skin, lip to lip sparking your senses and sending your emotions into overdrive. Feeling his light breath on your face as his eyes opened and you felt as if you were falling into them. Unable to help yourself, the world faded into nothingness and all you could do is let him take you. Your body so stiff and buzzing, he held your arms with his hands as if to keep you from leaving, but how could you leave. This is heaven, you thought. I must be dead.

Opening your eyes, you saw the same eyes from across the room. They smiled back at you and you moved a little hiding the blushing feeling. Damn though, it was one hell of a dream, you thought. When you were sure the colouring had faded, you moved again to a position where you could talk to Taron. Seeing his ankle you scowled, raising an eyebrow. Both now stuck in bed, neither could reach the other. I went a bit crazy in physio Taron explained Im glad youre back he said it so genuinely that it made you swallow hard, images of the dream running through your mind. Not knowing how to respond you nodded.

Ignoring instructions, Taron lifted his ankle and climbed into his chair. Grimacing at the pain that coarsed through his ankle and up his calf. He pulled the book from his T-shirt and rolled over to you. Handing you the diary, I didnt read it he said as you took it and pushed it into your top drawer. Nodding again. The shame of Taron seeing you push yourself through the window and what he must have seen after, left you unable to know what to say. It felt easier to just not say anything. But your silence was worrying him, he knew so little about you he realised, but the one over riding thing he had seen was how articulate you were, to see you silent felt wrong.

He put his hand on top of yours, looking into your eyes. Just like in the dream, you felt yourself falling. Who was this guy?