"Ok, we're here." He said, slapping my leg.
I waited.
"Well, aren't you gonna put me down?"
"Well, I guess. I mean, if I have to." He put me down for the second time, this time leaving me on the ground, but his hands were still around my waist. He looked at me and smiled.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing."
"What are you looking at?" I was starting to worry that I had something on my face.
"Nothing." He smiled.
I realized that this was payback for when I was catching snowflakes.
"Fine, then I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to do." I said as I stood up on my toes to give him a peck on the cheek. I waltzed to my door without even looking back, smiling the whole way.
I barely even touched the brass handle before it swung open and hit me square in the face, sending me to the ground.
"Samantha! You have got to tell me- Oh! I'm so sorry! Oh! Oh no!" Lindsey knelt down beside me, as did Blaine.
I groaned. "Lindsey! Watch the door!" I touched my forehead and it came back red. "Damn it! Moms' gonna freak!"
"Should I take you to the hospital?" Lindsey's face was crossed with worry.
"No you go tell my mom and dad and they can take me."
"Umm, they're not home."
"What? Where are they?"
She shrugged. "I dunno. They weren't home when I got here."
"What? How'd you get inside then?" I frowned and I felt warm liquid trickle down my eyebrow.
She scoffed. "A door isn't the only way to get into a house, you know."
No, that's not creepy at all Linds.
"Here, I'll take you to the hospital to get it checked out and Lindsey can stay here to tell your parents incase they come back. Sound good?" Blaine placed one hand around my waist and the other in my hand to help me up.
"Umm, sure." Lindsey gave me the 'you better tell me about this later' look and headed inside.
Just chill out Linds, I will tell you later.
He led me to the sidewalk and pulled out his phone, pressed a key and held it to his ear. "Hello? Yeah, it's Blaine. Can you bring me my car? No, I need it now. Maple Drive, 1862. Alright, thank you." He snapped the phone shut and put it in his pocket.
Blood trickled down my forehead, tracing scarlet lines across my face. I wiped it away from my eyes.
"Blaine, do you have a tissue?"
"I might." He patted his pockets and pulled out a bandana. "Is this good enough?"
"That's fine." I took it and wiped my face, trying to steer clear of the gash.
"Here, let me." Blaine took the bandana and gently dabbed my face. "There, that's most of it."
He looked at my forehead again and gently put his thumb beside the wound. I flinched.
He looked down at me with worried eyes. "I'm sorry." He moved his hand down to my chin. "Maybe you should stay away from doors. It seems safer." He laughed at his own joke.
"Ha ha, very funny."
A glossy black car pulled up right in front of us and out of the drivers door came a beautiful girl, probably not much older than me. She was deeply tanned and had hair black as pitch. She wore a tight brown jacket with dark blue jeans and furry black boots.
She looked at Blaine and huffed. "Okay, I'm here, what's the emergency?" Her eyes fell on me and she turned pale. "What happened?" She screeched.
"She ran into a door." He said while shrugging.
"I did not!" I hissed. "It opened on me!"
He stifled a laugh and opened the passenger door for me. I scooted in and admired the leather seats and expensive looking equipment on the dashboard while buckling in. He climbed in and buckled his seatbelt.
"Samantha, this is my sister, Sa'Phire." He nodded to the back seat.
The beautiful girl was sitting behind me. I turned and smiled. She waved back.
"You run into doors often?" Blaine had started driving.
"Only when I feel like it." Sarcasm dripped from my words.
Both of the Oneida's laughed at this, filling the car with a joyful sound.
We drove in silence for a few minutes, watching the snow dance in circles across the windshield.
Blaine suddenly looked at me and furrowed his brow. "Samantha?"
"Yeah?"
"You're bleeding on the seat."
I looked down at the black leather and saw a crimson stain on my leg that ran off into a puddle on the seat.
"Oh shoot! I'm so sorry!" I hit my forehead. Bad idea. "Damn it!" My hand came away red again. I groaned.
"Here." Blaine handed me the bandana that I had used before. "Just cup it around the cut. Don't actually touch it."
"Thanks." I took it and wiped off the seat, then cupped around the cut, just like Blaine said. I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes.
A short while later, the car turned silent.
"Samantha, we're here." Blaine touched my shoulder.
I opened my eyes and he was at my door, waiting for me to get out. He studied my face for a second.
"You're very pale. Let me see your head."
I removed the makeshift rag from my head. The cool air felt nice, but also stung.
"It's still bleeding. Let's get you inside."
I placed my legs outside of the door and stood up. Immediately dizziness clouded my vision and I lost my balance, hitting the back of my skull on something on my way down.
"Samantha! Are you alright?"
The melted snow splashed on my face as I hit the ground.
"Ow!" I groaned and tried to get up again.
"No, stay down, I'll carry you."
Warm arms lifted me up and carried me from the cold into somewhere where warm air caressed my face. My head began to throb at the temperature change. I groaned and heard a woman gasp, followed by a shuffling of feet. I was moving again and I heard more shuffles and gasps as the sting of antiseptic hit my nose. Ooh, I hate hospitals! Stupid door.
"Just put her down here, gently." A low voice commanded.
I was being pulled away from Blaine. No! Not happening! I grabbed at his sweater with feeble hands. His hand wrapped around mine and gently pulled it away from his sweater, but still holding it as he placed me on something soft. A bright light shone in my left eye and then moved to the other one. Something cold touched my chest and I shied away from it.
"Well, her vitals are fine." The low voice again. "What happened exactly?"
Hands were on my face again, wiping it with a strong smelling cloth. They prodded the spot where the door nicked my head and I gasped.
"She ran into a door." Blaine squeezed my hand.
I groaned. "Did not. It opened on me." My eyelids fluttered open and an olive toned arm was the first thing I focused on. Mainly because it was right in front of my line of vision.
Blaine laughed and I turned to his voice. A strong hand was at the side of my face, restricting my movement. My head was placed back where it was and the olive toned man looked over me. He didn't look much older than twenty-five, but his receding hairline said differently.
"I'm Dr. Marks, and I'm just going to fix up your head, alright? Tell me if it hurts."
Something bit into my skin and I flinched. "That hurts."
"Sorry, but that's done now." He turned and lifted up a needle and some black thread. Stitches! Great! I grunted.
"You shouldn't feel a thing now."
He brought the silver implement to my head and I squeezed my eyes tightly.
"You're going to have to relax if you don't want to look like Frankenstein." He chuckled at his joke.
I didn't think it was very funny. I relaxed my brow but still kept my eyes shut.
"There, done."
I opened my eyes and the doctor was turned away from me. I took the opportunity and turned my head towards Blaine.
"Hey." I smiled.
"How're you feeling?" He smiled back.
"Sore. You?" The doctor had returned with a box. I frowned at it. Probably more instruments of torture.
"Ouch." Note to self: Do not frown with stitches. I touched my forehead and ran my fingers over the ridges. One, two, three. Huh, only three stitches.
"Alright," the Dr. Marks stood beside me and put the box on the bed. "What color would you like?" He pulled out four bandages; pink, blue, red, and a clear one.
"The clear one." No need to draw any attention.
He placed it over the wound and smoothed it out. "There we go, all fixed up."
Yay, I'm a car now.
"Can I sit up?"
"If you're up to it." The doctor nodded.
I propped myself up on my elbows and made sure that there wasn't any dizziness. Blaine put this hand on my back to help.
"I can do it by myself." I hissed. He moved his hand to the side of the bed, away from mine. I sat upright and the back of my head began to pound. My hand instinctively reached for the pain and I winced as I felt a bump. The doctor came to my side and moved my hand out of the way, only to be replaced by his as he gently poked at the lump.
"Hmm, it's slightly swollen, but it's nothing to worry about. How did you manage this one?" He looked at me in a professional manner, as if I was being interviewed.
"I'm not quite sure actually." I turned to Blaine.
"She fell down while getting out of the car and hit her head on the door."
"Ah, I see." Dr. Marks scribbled something down on a clipboard he was holding. "Well, you seem fine other than your minor head injuries so I don't see why you have to stay any longer." He smiled politely.
"Thank you." Blaine and I said in unison. I carefully stepped off of the bed and tested my legs. Not noodley. That's a bonus. I took a careful step and it worked. I took another one. Haha! Success! Blaine was right beside me, waiting to catch me if I fell. I took his hand and walked out of the room with him. We walked out of the hospital together, for the second time today.
"So, how are you feeling?" Blaine put his arm around my shoulders.
"I've been better."
We walked to his car and opened the door for me.
"Have you been worse?" He kissed my hair as I sat down on the leather seat.
He closed the door and walked around to the drivers' side.
Well, there was that time that I fell down the stairs at- No, that wasn't worse, just more embarrassing.
"No, not really." I said once he sat down in the drivers' seat.
He eased out of the parking lot and on to the road.
"Are you cold?" Blaine looked at me.
"No, not really. But you should zip up. You're going to catch your death that way." His sweater was wide open, exposing his perfect muscles. They rippled as he laughed.
"Yes mother." He closed his sweater, leaving me to stare at brown cotton.
My brow furrowed and I stuck out my lower lip. I like the other view better.
He laughed again and unzipped his sweater. I looked up at him and he cocked his head to the side.
"Is this better?" He raised one eyebrow and grinned.
I blushed and he took my hand.
"You're going to get cold." I muttered and shook my head.
He shrugged. "As long as I'm with you I'm plenty warm." He winked and his mouth hitched up in a seductive smile.
Sa'Phire made a gagging noise from the backseat. "Oh, get a room!"
Blaine quickly stepped on the brakes and I heard a thud, followed by a grunt from Sa'Phire.
"Blaine!" She screeched and took a swing at him from her backseat.
He ducked his head to avoid the blow, "Well, then keep your comments to yourself." He chuckled.
Sa'Phire hissed and muttered something about stupid brothers. I giggled and squeezed his hand. He pulled into my driveway and my parents came rushing out.
Blaine had just barely opened my door when my mom's questions began.
"Oh! Honey! Are you okay? How're you feeling? Oh, my poor baby! Let me see! How bad is it?" Her hands fluttered about my face as Blaine helped me out of the car.
"Mom, I'm fine." Calming her down had become a natural reaction when she began an endless string of questions like this. Just chill out. I'm still alive, aren't I?
My dad came and laughed. A general reaction when he's seen that I've hurt myself. It's not like he doesn't care, but my clumsiness amuses him.
"So, how's the ol' noggin, Sammy?"
"Fine dad." I'm so not in the mood for this right now.
Blaine seemed to sense this and pulled me towards my house, out of my overcrowding family.
"I think that Samantha should lie down." He addressed my parents.
Blaine let go of me a few feet from the house and walked to the door. He opened it very carefully and placed a small rock at the foot of the door, to hold it open. He stepped back cautiously, making sure that the door would stay wide open. He turned and walked back to me, face absolutely serious. He led me to the doorway and placed himself against the door.
"Alright, I think it's safe for you to go in now. I've got the door." He said.
I walked in and realized what he was doing.
"You're making fun of me, aren't you?" I was furious.
He burst into laughter and closed the door, kicking the rock out of the way. I heard my dad's deep belly laugh echo from outside.
"I don't believe this." I ran up the stairs into my room, locking the door and curling up in the corner of my bed, against the wall. Ugh! Stupid! Why does this always happen to me? It's not like I try to be clumsy and hurt myself! It just happens! And I'm not clumsy all the time, just sometimes! But why now? This is just like me to find a good guy and then ruin it by being me! I don't even know why I bother. I pulled my knees up to my chest and curled my arms around them, lowering my head. People would probably like it better if I didn't act like me. I should just try to be someone else. Jessie seems nice. Everybody likes her and she's really pretty too.