Hi everyone! Here's the fourth part of the story, hope you enjoy it.
"Wow, I don't remember Will's kitchen being this big." She said astonished. Chelsea walked to the stove, and put her finger to her mouth,"hmm…now where did Will keep his pans?" "Oh! That's right pantry next to the fridge." She opened the cabinet pulling out two big pans, "They're so shiny, like they were never used before." She looked at them for a moment, "I guess Will never really cooked."
She placed the pan on the stove, turning the knob to medium heat. She reached the cabinet above the stove and grabbed the oil. She pored it into the pan.
"Alright, I need eggs, bacon, French toast batter, and fresh oranges. "It's the least I can do for him, after he took good care of me all night."
She went over to the fridge placing her hand on the handle, but she suddenly froze and couldn't help ponder the very disturbing nightmare she had just had, It was still sending waves of chills running down her spine.
She stared dazzlingly at the fridge. That dream, it felt so real. I thought I was really…dead, but even then at my grave, Will and Lily were there for me…after how I acted around them, I'm very lucky to have those two. She bit down on her lip. So, my mother and me…is that our future.
Chelsea started to focus again, as her eyes began to drift off to the side, when she spotted something that caught in the corner of her eye. She leaned to the side looking past the fridge. "Hmm…what's all this stuff?" There was a big gather of several dozens of medications, pills, bottles, herbs, and strange looking medical patches, and other strange technical things she's never seen before, bunched together on the counter.
"So many, what in the world is all this medication for?" She said surprised scanning each bottle label. She remembered herself collapsing on the ground in front of Lily. "Will, could he…" Did he get all of these medications just to make me feel well? Strange, I was only out for one night, and he already has all this stuff gathered at the counter.
The image of Will's exhausted body resting peacefully on the bed, and the many wet wash clothes and towels appeared in her head. I owe Will a great dept of gratitude; he's such a sweet guy, he must have really been looking out for me. "I hope I wasn't too much of a burden on him." She said to herself. I probably made him worry about me, Will has such a sincere heart, maybe too much for his own good, sometimes, and I was probably a real burden on him.
She grabbed all the ingredients, and went over to the stove again, and placed them on the side counter. "I should really apologize to him when he wakes up, and then…I would really like for him to come with me to see mother, I want her to see him at least once." She said tossing the eggs into the pan.
Chelsea cooked a beautiful plate of eggs, crisp bacon, golden French toast, and a refreshing glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. I hope Will likes it, and makes him feel a little happier at least. She smiled, placing the plate on the table.
"Chelsea?" A soft voice came from behind.
She turned around, "Will?"
Will's bangs draped upon his face, his eyes shimmering like the clear blue ocean, and his hair was a little messy, probably from sleeping on the bed so awkwardly. He was wearing sort of black dress up pants and a buttoned white blouse that was slightly undone. Chelsea got a slight look at him, and she started to blush.
Will didn't say anything he just stood under the door way and stared at her, which only made Chelsea even more embarrassed.
"Will…are you ok." She asked softly stepping towards him.
He walked over to her until he was right in front her, but still he said nothing.
Chelsea reached her hand out to him, "Will I wanted to-" She started.
Will grabbed her hand and pulled her into him, embracing her in his arms.
Chelsea was very surprised; she could feel her cheeks warm against his chest, her face turning an obvious pink. Her arms hung at his sides, as his soft sweet smelling hair, tickled her neck, and his warm breath brushed through her hair.
"W-Will…" She said embarrassed, as she felt a fuzzy feeling dance in her stomach.
"I thought…for awhile I almost started losing hope…I thought you weren't going to wake up anymore." He said in a hushed voice. "…It would have been like a nightmare if I could never see you awake again." She stayed quite.
"Well, umm...I only got better thanks to you Will, you took really good care of me." She said with a flustered face.
She could feel him press his soothing face against her silky neck. His touch sent gentle warmth though her body.
"In the first few weeks you seemed to look better…but then you started getting worse than ever, I was afraid I was going to lose you forever."
"In the first few weeks…?" She questioned.
"Yes, you've been sleeping for two months."
A gasp caught in her throat, "T-two months," she breathed. "I've been asleep for two months." She couldn't believe it.
"My mother how is my mother!?" I asked franticly "How is she doing?"
Will lifted his head from her shoulder. There was a very mournful look in his eyes.
I looked at him and shook my head, "No."
"Chelsea, Your mother…" She wanted so badly, for him to not speak further. "Your mother passed away."
The news struck her very painfully. She felt as if someone reached into her chest and squeezed her heart until it burst. It was like the very ground she walked on was ripped from beneath her feet. She wasn't sure what to do, she felt like screaming, hurting herself, striking the wall, crying, yelling, disappearing. It was the most devastating blow she could possibly take. She has lost her mother, and only family she had left.
Chelsea rubbed her head into Will. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, and began to sob. He placed his hand gently on her head, and held her against him, as she started to drench his shirt with tears.