Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
Elijah was kind enough to drive me back to the dorm after properly patching up my head. He was insistent that we go to the hospital to see if there was potentially any real damage; however, I fought him long and hard on the matter of just taking me back to campus. I didn't have it in me to tell him the real reason why I didn't want to go to the hospital.
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It wasn't because I was afraid of hospitals, and it had nothing to do with the final results of my injury. It was because too many people knew who I was. My face wasn't necessarily unknown to Saint Sofia's Hospital. The number of injuries I have had in the past are uncountable, but no matter what happened I was always treated by the same doctor. Doctor Michael Fiara.
The last time I saw him he was putting stitches in my arm after waking up from an unexpected blackout back in freshman year. According to what Aralyn told me, I was cut by a broken liquor bottle during a drunk spell.
The minute she saw I was bleeding she rushed me over to the hospital. I didn't fully become aware of my surroundings until Dr. Fiara started stitching me up. It was then that I told him about my double mentality and how I'm not always in control of my actions.
From that point on I stayed away from alcohol and buried myself in my studies. My work became a distraction from not only my past but also myself.
The sun was just about to set which made all of the street lights turn on, illuminating the campus. Although the day appeared to be over, there were dozens of students lugging boxes to their cars. People were huddled in groups around the parking lot which didn't make it easy to find a spot to park.
I advised him to simply pull up near the front door and thankfully he had no objections. Elijah pulled his car up to the door of my building. Before I could get a chance to thank him he stepped out and made his way around to my side. Opening my door, he held out his hand for me to take. I felt a little bashful as though we were being watched by the others in the lot. But I soon realized that everyone was preoccupied with packing up their cars.
"Thank you for driving me back."
"My pleasure," he grinned.
His smile was enough to knock me on my ass. And at that, Elijah had captured the attention of nearly every girl around us. I needed to get inside before they started to congregate around the two of us. But why couldn't I let go of his hand?
"I should get back to help Aralyn," I mumbled.
He nodded and to my dismay he dropped my hand. However, I felt his hand curve to the back of my neck to pull me closer. Ever so gently he kissed the top of my head.
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