I was a little upset when Richie left but he came back everyday around the same time and stayed longer and longer each day.
We watched movies, sang along to the songs on MTV, played the Atari, and just talked about life. We became really close and we got to know each other on a one to one basis.
One day, he even brought me food that his mom made and it was amazing. Way better than the food that the hospital gave me.
It was the day that doctor Reed came in to help me walk. After a few times of trying to walk, my leg felt better. When she helped me up the first time, I tripped and fell. I didn't realize how difficult it would be to walk again, but I guess that the nurse was right. It did have to practice walking, as weird as that sounds.
My leg did hurt way more when I first started to walk which led me to fall. I couldn't walk straight and was unbalanced when no one was holding my all and keeping me from falling.
After a few times of trying to walk straight, doctor Reed told me that it was enough for the day.
When I climbed back into the bed, my body felt relaxed and my leg slowly stoped hurting.
Later on that day Richie came and I felt releived and happy once again. Today he brought food with him and handed me a burger and fries. Anyone who knows me knows that I love a good burger.
"Thanks." I said.
"Sure thing." He said, replong with a smile.
"You know, I'm really getting sick of the food that they give me here."
"So what youre trying to say is that I should never get an injury and come to this hospital so I want have to eat the food here?" He said with a serious face.
"Yeah." I said taking a bite into the burger. "That's exactly what I'm trying to say." I said, swallowing.
We both laughed.
"So..." He said. "Anything new?"
"Well the doctor tried to help me walk again but it didn't work out that good."
"I seem. So, do you know when you're gonna get out of here?" He asked.
"Hopefully no more than a week."
"That's still a while."
"Yeah, well the doctor is so busy that she barely has any time to help me walk."
Richie looked down at my leg and then back to my face. "Well, I could try and help you walk right now if you'd like?"
I smiled. "Sure, I don't even know the next time she's gonna help me anyways."
"Great," He said. He got up from the chair and helped me to my feet. He held my hand and his other hand on my upper back.
My lips curled into a smile. No one has held my hand before, let alone a boy.
He slowly put one foot in front of him as he told me to do the same.
I moved my injured leg first so the pressure was on my non-hurting leg.
"Good." He said, looking down at my feet.
Now it was time for me to move my normal leg so the pressure would be on my injured leg. This was normally the time that I would fall. I had a feeling that I was squeezing his hand a little too hard because I wasn't good at keeping my balance in this situation. But when I looked up at him, his face showed no concern.
I hurried with that step and then I repeated the steps a few more times. Then when I moved my non injured leg again, I could feel a pain jolt up my leg and I fell, bringing Richie down with me.
Out of nowhere, we both bursted into laughter, even though my leg hurts pretty badly from falling on it and putting pressure on it.
We both got up off the ground and I climbed back on to the hospital bed. He sat back down into the chair.
It hirted to walk but I felt warm and safe near Richie.
We both sat in awkward silence.
He looked at me and I had a bright smile on my face when he smiled at me.
I could tell that we both felt nervous but anxious.
I saw him close his eyes and lean in toward me. I closed my eyes too. I knew what was happening and I didn't refuse it.
When our lips touched, I froze a bit, not really knowing what to do. I had never kissed anyone before so I didn't know what to expect. I kind of liked it and I thought it felt pretty good.
It lasted only a second and then he pulled back.
"Sorry," he said quickly shaking his head. "I wasn't thinking."
I blushed and looked up at him. "Don't be sorry." I responded. "I kind of liked it." I said shyly.
"Me too." He agreed.
And with that, we both leaned in again. When our lips met again it was less hesitant and more emotional.
After a second, he put his hand on my back and I wrapped my arms his neck.
I felt as if the room was closing in on us.