Yellow Rose

I Know You And I Care For You

"Hey it's alright! It's gonna be okay now. You will be fine very soon and this pain will go. Don't give up hope."
His soothing, comforting voice made a way in my auditory canals and I opened my eyes to see him again. His handsome face was still a blur. Then I felt my upper body being raised and soon realised that now I was in sitting position and could have a better view of the place I was present at. It was a white spotless room, people around me were in white and blue clothes. It was making sense now. I was in a hospital.

One of the ladies came to me and put something in my mouth. She had to force my jaw open and it hurt real bad. Pain shot right across my entire lower jaw. But after working for a few minutes she inserted a pipe in my mouth. Some not very cold and not very hot liquid made its way in my mouth through that pipe and I swallowed it in. Realising later it was just water. It was still hurting but better than before.

That mystical man just stood there by the side of the bed and was staring at me like a five year old would gaze at the moon. He had something in his eyes. His gaze on me alone electrified me without much effort. Oh My Lord!! If this guy doesn't take his eyes off me now, I will surely melt under his sharp stare.

Those people in blue and white were still working on me. I was able to feel people touching me now. I let my eyes wander in the room and tried to take in the details of the room. But I still wasn't able to see properly. Everything was a bit blurry. After those ladies were done with me. One of them came and  took the pipe out of my mouth. The exercise was easier this time. "Mam, please try and open your mouth. You have to let the muscles exercise in order to make them work again. They have become rigid as not used for all these years." A gentle voice instructed me. What did she mean by years? All the way I followed her words and tried to part my lips on my own. It took a lot of effort but I finally was able to.

A man, a bit taller than that mystical guy, standing right next to him suddenly spoke. "Good, it's a great job."  He then gave me some orders like lifting the hands up and touching the part of my body he asked and moving my fingers, my neck and rotating my wrist, etc. I was feeling like a kindergarten kid who is having P.E. class. I was able to do most of the things myself. In a few of them a kind lady helped me but my left hand did not cooperate at all. It refused to toe the line my brain showed it.

"I see, your almost nervous control is back. It's good. Try and speak something now." The man in white spoke coming near my bed. "I c- ca- can't see properly." A huge amount of pain made its way towards me when I tried speaking but I had to. "Stay relaxed, don't stress yourself too much. Rest for now. Your body getting exhausted is not gonna be good." He spoke again and then turned to other ladies in the room, gave them some instructions and then spoke something to that mystical guy which caused that guy to let out a heavy sigh.

My arcane man came to me and placed a warm peck on my forehead. His touch was cherished by my skin for quite a long even after we lost that touch. I felt warm and my cheeks flushed in red earning me a chuckle from him. I don't know why I was so shy in front of him. Then everyone leaves and my bed is straight now, keeping me in a sleeping position. I was tired and wanted to sleep. Thus taking in the feel as much as I can of that kiss I just received on my forehead I went to sleep.

Warm threads of yellow morn sunlight weaved the entire room in a beautiful quill of comfort as I opened my eyes. A nurse greeted me morning and I smiled back at her. I was more happy to know that my jaw doesn't hurt as badly as yesterday. She helped me sit and cleaned myself. I was now feeling hungry too. But when we were done Mr. Arcane came inside the room with food smelling so delicious that my mouth already started watering.  But what was breathtaking was his smile. Oh, how could someone be this charming? Was he a disguised form of Madana?

"How are you doing now?" His voice did wonders to me and my body reacted towards him without me instructing it. My jaws moved and quite easily I spoke, "I am much better, thank you." I couldn't help the red that spread on my cheeks and the warmth that was filled in the room was even more beatific. After setting myself in bed again I took a moment to take in all the details of Mr. Arcane. His messy hairs were as dark as his eyes. His shoulders were broad and in a straight line lifting his handsome face high and the rest of his physique was manly enough to make any lady drool over him. Why was he here anyway? Who was he? His balck shirt had to work hard to keep his well built muscular chest inside it. And with every movement he made his biceps and muscles of neck connecting to the shoulders made my heart skip a beat. Damn this guy is toxic. I saw the bouquet of Yellow Roses he brought with him and set them in the vase beside my bed.

Once the nurse left he came and sat beside me in the bed, that startled me. The closeness between us was too much. Everytime my body makes contact with this guy, some queer sensations take place in my body. He set breakfast for me and took the spoon to feed me. Now things are getting really fiddly. I looked at him and finally asked him with great courage. "Who are you? Why are you doing all this? How do you know Yellow Rose is my favourite flower?" The smile on his face faded immediately and a frown made its way on his dignified face. Did I say something wrong? He shook his head like he was trying to throw some thoughts out of his brain box. Then said, " Because I know you and I care for you my Yellow Rose!"

His Yellow Rose?

But those words of his when he said he cares for me made my weak tiny heart race in my chest. 'Puzzled' was written all over my face. Maybe that's why he said so further, "Let's do this Q/A after food."

After I was done with my breakfast.

Wait scratch that!

After he was done feeding me, he went out leaving me all alone. This gave me time to adore my dearest species of flora, The Yellow Rose. They were fresh and vibrant in colour. They added new zest in this room.

"Hello little belle, how are you doing?" A voice came from the door and it was easy to recognise whom that voice belonged to. The man in white that made me act as a kindergarten kid yesterday. I smiled at him but seeing Mr. Arcane behind him I wasn't able to speak up anything. So the man in white started again, " I am Dr. Brandon Woodly. But you can call me Brandon. I have been your doctor for the last seven years. I know you are having a lot of questions. But I will suggest you, give yourself a bit of time. Now you have to answer some of my questions. So do you remember your name? And how's your vision now? Tell me everything you know about yourself."

"I am Tula…….." and then I go blank. It's not like that I can't recall my last name but I am completely blank. I just don't know if I ever had a last name. "I don't know my last name. My vision is better but it's a bit blurry. My left arm is not working. Rest things are good. But I don't recall anything about myself except these Yellow Roses, they are my favourite flowers. How did I end up here?"

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So my dear readers as promised here is the update for this week. What do you guys think Mr. Arcane knows about Tula that even Tula doesn't know? And feeding her? Like seriously? Haven't they just met? Yes the answer is right there in your heart hold on to that and I will be back with another chapter next sunday.

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