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Chapter 7
The Sleep Over
Rose had never liked hospitals. Not one bit. It was all a little too clean for her, and almost everything was white. It was just too spotless for her liking, and the sterile smell that hung through the air gave Rose a bit of a bad head. It made her feel uneasy when she thought about the fact that people died in hospitals almost every day, and no matter how bright and cheerful looking they tried to make the children's ward, it still had a sad aura to it.
Despite all of this, though, Rose did her best to put on a brave face when she stepped into her Gran's room in the hospital, though she felt like crying when she saw her Gran wired up to a heart monitor.
"Hey Gran," Rose sat on the edge of the white hospital bed, trying her best to smile, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine, dear, I'm fine," Her Gran smiled faintly, though Rose noted that she had a sad look in her eyes.
"You're not fine, Gran, I can tell something's bothering you,"
Her Gran sighed heavily. She looked a lot weaker than Rose had ever seen her before.
"It's just I've never liked hospitals, dear," She started, glancing round uneasily, "It reminds me of when your Grandpa died. He had always said he hated being stuck in hospital,"
"That's understandable," Rose stated, "Hospitals are awful,"
"I know, dear," Her Gran smiled faintly, "But I'll be out within a week or so,"
"It's going to be so weird without you," Rose confessed, "The house will seem so...empty without you,"
"Don't worry, dear, everything will be okay,"
Rose nodded, "I know,"
"And if you get lonely you can just invite one of your friends to sleep over till I get back," Her Gran smiled in a reassuring manner, as Rose blushed lightly. She only had one friend, and that was Paul. The mere thought of him sleeping over at her house made her squirm slightly. She couldn't believe that she had a crush on Paul. It was a very small crush, but a crush all the same.
Paul was currently waiting outside the room. He'd told Rose that he'd rather give her and her Gran some privacy, and that he would wait outside till she wanted to go home. Rose found this incredibly sweet, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for having a friend like Paul, though admittedly she wouldn't have minded it if they were more than friends.
""I'm sorry for startling you today, dear," Her Gran smiled apologetically, "You must have got such a fright when you found me,"
"Its fine Gran, it wasn't your fault," Rose bit her lip, "I was more worried about losing you,"
"Don't worry, Rose, you'll never lose me, I'll always be here for you," Her Gran smiled, "Don't worry about a thing,"
Rose smiled and nodded, feeling extremely touched by her Gran's words. Despite the fact she felt like bursting into tears as she stared at her weak looking Gran, who lay in the hospital bed, the heart monitor beating steadily, she couldn't help but feel touched by her Gran's words.
"Rose, dear, I love you, don't ever forget that," Her Gran stated, patting Rose's hand, "Your mother would be proud of you,"
Rose smiled faintly, "Thanks Gran, I love you too,"
Later that night, as Rose sat in the car with Paul, outside of her house, she looked up at the house in an apprehensive manner. It just wouldn't feel right without her Gran, in fact she could tell that she was going to be extremely lonely without her.
"So, I'd better get going," Rose stated, after five minutes of sitting outside her house in silence, "Thanks for everything, I appreciate it, Paul,"
Paul smiled lightly as she said his name, "I was glad to help," He patted Rose's knee, "Are you sure you're going to be okay by yourself?"
Rose bit her lip and glanced up at the empty house. No, she wasn't going to be okay, but she couldn't exactly get down on her knees and beg Paul to stay. That would make her seem rather desperate, and she didn't want him to think that.
"I...uh, I should be fine," She said, in what she hoped was an offhand voice.
"Are you sure?" Paul asked, a smirk on his face, "You don't sound very certain,"
"I'll be fine, honest,"
"You're lying," Paul said in a slightly teasing voice, "Admit it,"
"I'll be fine, Paul," Rose said, blushing lightly as Paul chuckled.
"Y'know, if you don't want to be alone, I could stay over," Paul said, glancing at Rose with a hopeful look in his eyes, "I wouldn't mind,"
Rose bit her lip in a hesitant manner. She supposed Paul could sleep in her bed, whilst she slept in her Gran's for the night. Her Gran wouldn't mind if Paul stayed over, right? It's not as if Paul and Rose were going out, and it certainly was not as if they were going to sleep in the same bed.
"That would be nice," Rose admitted, biting her lip, a faint blush appearing on her face.
"Great, come on then," Paul stated, stepping out the car and into the rain, which had died down from earlier and wasn't as heavy.
Rose sighed and followed suit, stepping out the car and into the rain, wincing as the cold immediately hit her. It had been nice and warm in the car. One thing she had learned about Paul, was that he was always so warm. Heat always seemed to radiate from his skin at high temperatures. It was nice, especially when Rose was feeling cold; she could just stand beside Paul and be able to feel the heat.
Opening the door of the house, Rose held it open for Paul, who chuckled lightly, "Isn't the guy meant to hold the door open for the girl?"
"Are you suggesting that I'm a boy, Paul?"
"Not at all, Rose,"
"Liar, it's because of my moustache, isn't it? It makes me look manly," Rose joked, grinning widely.
"Well, now that you mention it that is a rather nice moustache you have there,"
"Why thank you Paul. I wish I could say the same about that little bit of bum fluff on your top lip,"
"Cheeky! My top lip is as smooth as a baby's bottom," Paul stated, tapping a finger on his lip.
"Ah, so you've been feeling baby's bottoms recently, have you?"
"...Damn, I don't have a comeback,"
Rose giggled and flopped down on the sofa, "So, I win, huh?"
"Yep, you win this one," Paul smirked and sat down next to her, immediately grabbing the TV remote and flicking through the channels, casually placing a warm arm around Rose's shoulders, "So, what do you wanna do?"
Rose shrugged, "I dunno, see if there is anything good on the TV, I guess,"
Paul nodded before turning on a football game, his eyes immediately becoming glued to the television screen. Football wasn't really what Rose would call good, but nevertheless she fell silent and stared at the screen, despite the fact she didn't really know what was going on. Football was too confusing for her, she just didn't get it.
Her eyes started to slowly droop, as she felt herself dosing off. She never knew football could be so boring. Paul seemed to disagree though; he seemed fascinated by the whole game. Slowly, Rose's eyes closed, and before she could stop herself, she had fallen asleep, and she was snoring softly.
"Rose! Wake up," Paul's voice came, "Quit drooling on my arm," He chuckled lightly as Rose's eyes flew open. She wasn't really drooling all over his arm, was she?
Glancing at his arm, she noticed that she hadn't been drooling on it after all, but she had been drooling on the cushions lying on the sofa. She couldn't help but giggle weakly. She was extremely tired, and as she looked at the clock on the top of the fireplace, she noticed that it was now in the early hours of the morning.
"Finally you wake up," Paul smirked, as Rose looked at him with a dazed expression on her face, "You're the heaviest sleeper ever! I bet you could sleep through a hurricane,"
"I probably could," Rose agreed, yawning as she stretched her arms up in the air, her shoulder blades cracking sharply.
"Time for bed, I think," Paul stated, getting up to the sofa and grabbing Rose's hand, dragging her to her feet, "Come on, sleepy head,"
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Rose stifled another yawn, wondering how long she'd been asleep for so far.
"So, where am I sleeping?" Paul asked, smiling cheerfully.
"Well, you're sleeping in my bed, "Rose started, ignoring Paul as he immediately smirked widely, "whilst I will be sleeping in my Gran's bed,"
Paul's smirk faded slightly, but he still seemed extremely cheerful. Rose swore she'd never seen him in this good of a mood.
"Come on then," Rose headed to her bedroom and walked in, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, giggling lightly as Paul took a running jump onto her bed, immediately hugging her pillow to his face.
"Well, er, night," She stated, starting to turn round.
"Don't I get a good night kiss?" Paul teased, smirking widely as Rose rolled her eyes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"There you go, idiot, now go to sleep," She stated, smiling faintly, hoping Paul wouldn't notice the light tint of red that was now visible on her cheeks.
"Night," He called, his voice muffled due to the pillow pressed to his face.
Rose rolled her eyes, grabbing her pyjamas from her wardrobe before hurrying out and into her Gran's room, where once she had changed into her pyjamas she climbed into the bed, pulling the soft white duvet up to her chin, wiggling her toes happily. Despite everything that had happened, she was in a pretty good mood, especially since she knew her Gran was okay now. She couldn't help but feel sorry for her though. Her Gran had to spend a whole week in hospital, maybe even longer. Rose knew that if she was ever in that situation, she would have hated it; though she knew the nurses and doctors would do all they could to make her Gran feel comfortable.
Rose was just thankful that her Gran had made it, and that she was going to be okay again, hopefully.
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