Sakura Eyes

Chapter 64

 A rustle woke me up the next morning. I groaned in protest and turned in bed, pulling the blanket closer to my face. The rustle came again; I realized the sound had come from Justin's direction and jumped off the bed. 

Streaking towards him, I shouted-whispered, "Justin?" 

My nerves were so on edge from anticipation, I couldn't help but hover over him. As I stared at him, I felt my hopes drop when he didn't even twitch. 

Sighing, I sat back down on the edge of his bed and placed my face in my hands. I had done it again, making up things in my mind. I glanced over my shoulder and stared at his baby-looking, sleeping face and reached out to brush his bangs away from his eyes. 

I was about to stand up and crawl back into bed when I heard a groan. Whirling around, I turned to see Justin peeking an eye up at me. He stared at me for a solid second before muttering, "Ouch."

Heart bursting from excitement and happiness, I hurried to fetch him a cup of warm water and a loaf of bread. Dropping to my knees, I pushed the cup into his hands.

"Drink," I instructed. 

I tried to stop my hand from shaking while handing the cup to Justin and ultimately failed, spilling droplets of water on him. Justin tried to sit up and immediately clutched his wound. I grabbed his shoulders and gently propped him against the bed frame. Slowly, Justin pulled the cup towards his mouth and gulped the water down.

I couldn't do anything but stare at Justin as I watched him set down the cup. 

He was alive. Justin was alive. He was awake and moving right in front of me.

"You'res strangely quiet. No questions?" Justin suddenly spoke up. Was his voice always this deep and soft? No, rather since when did just hearing his voice get me feeling this flustered?

Avoiding his eyes, I stammered, "H—huh? Not really..."

I grabbed for the gauze paper laying in a basket next to his bed and busied myself with unraveling it. In my nervous stupor, I snapped the bandage a little too hard and hit my hand against his leg. Turning towards him, I glued my eyes towards his stomach and said, "I'm going to replace your bandages so stay still."

Unbuttoning his shirt, I unwrapped the bandage from around his abdomen and jolted in surprise when I spotted his wound. Catherine was right. Just yesterday, his wound was much bigger and red, but now, it was a light pink and half the size it was before.

"Justin..." I stared at his injury. "Your wound. How'd it heal so fast?"

Justin blinked and stared at his wound for a second before shrugging. "How'd I know, silly?"

I blinked. He was right. That was such a stupid question to ask to a person who had just woke up from a semi-coma.

Shaking my head, I went back to re-wrapping his bandages in silence. I could feel his eyes burn the top of my head but didn't look away from his wound until I was done wrapping the bandages around his stomach.

"Did anything happen to you while I wasn't by your side?" Justin asked quietly.

I shook my head.

"You look really pale though," he mused, reaching out and placing a hand against my forehead. "You're a pale girl, but...."

"I'm fine," I froze. I suddenly became painfully aware of how close I was to him and instantly scooted away. "A—Anyways, you need to get some more rest. Go back to sleep."

Justin frowned. "I feel fine, though."

"Did that sound like I was giving you an option?" I scowled.