Chapter 9
Whoa, back up here, did Harry just confess his love to me? Was that what I heard, or is my morphine just up too high?
Well yes, he did say that, he just said the 3 words that I have been wishing he would say, not only since i've met him, but since I was like 5. But I didn't know what to say. What words would be perfect enough to follow that?
I guess it was because I hadn't said anything, or maybe because of the blank stare that was embeded on my face, but Harry got up to leave.
"Wait," I managed to choke out since I had began crying. "Where are you going." He turned back around,
"Well, since you didn't say anything, I assume that I just made an ass of my self, so I'm deiceding to leave."
"No, no, I just I.." I was scared to say it, I was scared that I would say it, and then I would wake up back home and non of this would of happend. But I had to, I had to know if this was trueth or just a beautiful dream. "I love you too." He looked a bit worried, he moved closer, and sat back down to see eye to eye with me.
"I do, I really really love you. I just didn't know what to say, and I still don't." I addmitted, the tears streaming down my pale face.
"Then say that you'll be mine, that you will be the one that I will devote all my love to." Wow, i'm not used to him being this mushy. What has he been doing, reading cosmo or something?
"I want to so much, but it's just-"
"But what?" He interupted, I but my lip, I didn't know how to word it to make him understand.
"You heard what I said to Paul, I always screw up relationships. Back in New York, 2 guys dumped me becuase I treated them as just a friend, or put other affairs in front of them. And then with Paul, he cheated on me beucase I was spending all my time devoted to my life, being who I am. And he didn't understand that, and I didn't think that I should of payed more attention to him." The damn morphine was makeing me ramble on, I really hope Harry understood what I was trying to get across.
"I understand that, but think about it Alex. I am a Prince also. I know what the busy scheduals are like, I'm used to it, and if I'm with you I would know that I wouldn't have to feel guilty about not being able to see you all the time, because you are in the same place I am."
He did make a good argument. Now I had to make the descion, I wanted to be with him so bad, but I didn't want it to go bad and then our friendship be lost too. I couldn't bare not being able to stand talking to him again. So really, what am I going to do?
* * *
I had sat there in silence, for well over 10 minutes, when the freaky foreign doctor came in to tell me that it was time for visitors to leave and for me to get some rest.
You think I got any sleep that night, all I was thinking about was what to do with this situation. I had about 5 diffrent conclusions spiraling around in my bruised head.
Finally about 3 am I drifted off, dreaming about all the outcomes, some good, some horrible. But each a possible ending to this mess. 7 o'clock, noises arise around my private room, I opend one eye to see some nurse opening the curtains, and the bright sun pouring in. I squint my eye to try to see what she was doing next.
She had left the room, I lie there sleep didn't find me again that day. I had finally came to a conclusion. I kept thinking that you can't live a full life without takeing chances. And I couldn't help to think what would happen if I dind't take a chance with Harry, and then never would of known what happend. I had to do it, I had to tell him, and it had to be now.
I called the nurse, a middle aged lady came shuffleling, she seemed out of breath, as if she had ran here from across the hospital.
"Yes your highness?" She asked trying to catch her breath.
"Are any of my family still here, or have they left?" I asked in wonderment.
"They have all left your highness, the doctor suggested that they get home and get some rest. But I can call them for you if you would like." She
suggested nervously,
"No, thats fine, I'll call him myself." I smiled to try to make her feel a little better, but I don't think it worked. She scooted out of the room backwards like she didn't want to turn her back on me for fear of insulting me.
Knowing that it was only 7, I decided to let him sleep. So what where there to do for me. I glanced at the bed side table, a few magazines were there. They entertained me for about 10 minutes. I wanted to get up, and walk around. But I didn't know if I could.
The freaky doctor came in once again, with a clip board in hand.
"Am I able to get up and walk around?" I asked diligently. He continued to study the chart,as if it had lines on it that he was supossed to repeat.
"No." he answerd breifly.
"What?"
"Your hip is not to be walked on for some time." He exlpained, bringing the chart up to his chest and hugging it closely.
"I thought that it was just bruised.." I objected, wanting to get out of this prisonis bed.
"On the outside, but the bone where the car hit you is cracked, you will need to be in a wheel chair for awhile." I groaned loudly,
"Then can I go around in a wheel chair, you don't seem to understand how boreing it is being stuck in this little bed all day." My voice was raised a bit, god if Susan where here she would of killed me for talking like that to my elders. But hey she was home far away from me, and I can do anything I wanted to.
The doctor hesitated for a moment, "I guess I can premit that." He held the clip board out at amrs length again, took a ball point pen from his breast pocket and beggan tapping it rapidly on the chart. "But you can only be out of bed for an hour at a time."
He snet for a nurse to get my chair, she eveen tried to push me around, but I said as polightly as possible that I wanted to do it my self. I didn't know where I was going, but I wanted out of that damn room. It smelt too much like rubber gloves.
A young nurse saw me wandering around the halls, and told me about a rec room that they have for the teen paitents, finally, something worth going to for once. I allowed her to push me there.
Inside there were about 10 kids my age, boys and girls. They were all dressed in either the ugly hospital gowns, or sweats and a tee-shirt. I guess I got the better end of the clotheing since I was in my own PJ's from home. They were pink silk pants, and a white tank top.
I wheeled my self over to a table with a few diffrent games spread out on it. There was an raddy old deck of cards on the far left table. I decided to deal out a game a salitare. Hey it was better then nothing.
After playing for about 10 minutes, a guy hooked up to an I.V. apporached the table. He was in grey sweats, and a navy blue shirt. His skin was quite pale, but that didn't stop his english born red cheeks from showing.
"Exuse me.." he began nervously, "Um we couldn't help noticeing, your Princess Alexandria, arnt you?" His voice trembled, I didn't know if it was from talking to me, or for why ever he was in the hospital.
"Yes I am." I grinned, putting the deck down on the old oak table. He pulled up a chair and sat oppisite from me.
"Wow, it's a great honor to meet you your highness." he bowed his head, and looked back to the other kids motioning them that it was alright to come over. 4 more joined him at the table, 3 boys and one girl.
"Well thank you, but please, call me Alex."
"If you don't mind us asking, why are you in here? They wont tell us anything here, and they haven't released any information to the press yet." well that was good to know, all I need is to be on every news channel and magazine in every country again.
"Oh, I don't mind. It was my own fault really, I wasn't paying attention and ran out in front of a car." I explined, my cheeks gre red with embarrisment. We talked a little bit. The boy who first approached me was named James, and he was in for a Polo injury. it turns out he had fallen off the horse and disloacted his elbow. Which I guess would explian why his arm was in a sling.
"You play polo?" I asked, getting more into the conversation. The others had left, 2 to play playstation, and the other 2 because the nurse came in and toild them that their times were up in the rec center.
"Yes ma'am." He replied, looking down shyly.
"Thats so cool, my boyfriend plays polo." Whoa, did I just say that. I just called Harry my boy friend. And you know what. I like it, it felt right. Harry, my boyfriend.
"I didn't know that you had a boyfriend." James said intrigued by the conversation.
"Um, well it's kinda a new, and secret development." I tried to cover it up as much as possible, and hoped that he would take the whole secret thing seriously so that it wouldn't be all over the world by tommorow morning.
"Oh, might I ask who?" yea you can, but don't expect a honest answer.
"I don't know, I really think Harry and I don't want the public kowing quite yet.." I emphisised, raiseing my eyesbrows hopeing he'd got the point.
"Oh, no need to worry. You have my word I wont tell anyone."
"Thats so nice, I wish I could repay you somehow." I replied, knowing that he would come up with some way for me to give back to him.
"Well, could I maybe have you sighn this?" He blushed, takeing a People magizine out from under the table with my picture plasterd on the front. It was from when the interviewers came to my school. The picture showed me in the court yard of St. Kathreans. I smiled widely, and accepted the offer.
I grabbed a sharpie which was located in a coffee cup in the middle of the table, and sighned my autograph right under the picture.
Just after that, the nervous nurse came in and told me it was time for me to get back into bed. She said that I was putting too much stress on my hip as it is. Which made no sence to me becuase I was in the damn wheel chair. How much more stress can I put on my hip in a wheel chair then lieing in bed?
Not even 10 minutes after I got back into the lumpy bed, Harry walked in the door. He wore a suspicious grin, his hand was hidden behind his back.
"What are you so happy about?" I questioned, he bent over me, kissed my cheek, and then asnwerd.
"Oh nothing, just happy to see you looking so well."
"Whats behind your back?" I asked, straining my nect to look, his grin grew wider as he pulled a sun flower out enclosed in his plae right hand. My mouth opend in a weak aw.
"A sun flower, thats my faveorite flower." I exclained, takeing the gift from him and studying it deeply.
"I know," Harry said proudly, bounceing up and down from his tippy toes, his hands were again behind his back grasped together.
"How?" I asked givein him a suspicious look.
"You told me." Harry simply stated.
"And you still remember?" I asked bleakly.
"Of course," His smile was enough to melt an iceburg. Sitting down in the chair next t my bed, he took my hand again and held it carefully not to hit the I.V. which was protrudeing from my hand.
"So, have you thought more about what we were talking about yesterday?" Harry asked in a hopefull manner.
"Yea, I have. I've thought alot about it." I laughted half heartedly, "I didn't get much sleep last night." I joked,
"I'm sorry," He started, sypathtiquly, "So what do you think.." Harry urged.
"Well, I thought about all the options, and then I thought about how my mom.. er Lisa told me. She said that life is not worth liveing unless you take chances. Your life is only as good as you make it. So I thought, could I ever forgive my self if I didn't take my chances and try "us" out. Who knows, it could end up being destiny." I finished, looking profoundly into Harry's eyes.
He thought for a quick moment, and then said, "So are you saying what I think your saying, that you'll be my princess?" I nodded, blushing slightly.
"Yea, thats exactly what I am saying."
Whoa, back up here, did Harry just confess his love to me? Was that what I heard, or is my morphine just up too high?
Well yes, he did say that, he just said the 3 words that I have been wishing he would say, not only since i've met him, but since I was like 5. But I didn't know what to say. What words would be perfect enough to follow that?
I guess it was because I hadn't said anything, or maybe because of the blank stare that was embeded on my face, but Harry got up to leave.
"Wait," I managed to choke out since I had began crying. "Where are you going." He turned back around,
"Well, since you didn't say anything, I assume that I just made an ass of my self, so I'm deiceding to leave."
"No, no, I just I.." I was scared to say it, I was scared that I would say it, and then I would wake up back home and non of this would of happend. But I had to, I had to know if this was trueth or just a beautiful dream. "I love you too." He looked a bit worried, he moved closer, and sat back down to see eye to eye with me.
"I do, I really really love you. I just didn't know what to say, and I still don't." I addmitted, the tears streaming down my pale face.
"Then say that you'll be mine, that you will be the one that I will devote all my love to." Wow, i'm not used to him being this mushy. What has he been doing, reading cosmo or something?
"I want to so much, but it's just-"
"But what?" He interupted, I but my lip, I didn't know how to word it to make him understand.
"You heard what I said to Paul, I always screw up relationships. Back in New York, 2 guys dumped me becuase I treated them as just a friend, or put other affairs in front of them. And then with Paul, he cheated on me beucase I was spending all my time devoted to my life, being who I am. And he didn't understand that, and I didn't think that I should of payed more attention to him." The damn morphine was makeing me ramble on, I really hope Harry understood what I was trying to get across.
"I understand that, but think about it Alex. I am a Prince also. I know what the busy scheduals are like, I'm used to it, and if I'm with you I would know that I wouldn't have to feel guilty about not being able to see you all the time, because you are in the same place I am."
He did make a good argument. Now I had to make the descion, I wanted to be with him so bad, but I didn't want it to go bad and then our friendship be lost too. I couldn't bare not being able to stand talking to him again. So really, what am I going to do?
* * *
I had sat there in silence, for well over 10 minutes, when the freaky foreign doctor came in to tell me that it was time for visitors to leave and for me to get some rest.
You think I got any sleep that night, all I was thinking about was what to do with this situation. I had about 5 diffrent conclusions spiraling around in my bruised head.
Finally about 3 am I drifted off, dreaming about all the outcomes, some good, some horrible. But each a possible ending to this mess. 7 o'clock, noises arise around my private room, I opend one eye to see some nurse opening the curtains, and the bright sun pouring in. I squint my eye to try to see what she was doing next.
She had left the room, I lie there sleep didn't find me again that day. I had finally came to a conclusion. I kept thinking that you can't live a full life without takeing chances. And I couldn't help to think what would happen if I dind't take a chance with Harry, and then never would of known what happend. I had to do it, I had to tell him, and it had to be now.
I called the nurse, a middle aged lady came shuffleling, she seemed out of breath, as if she had ran here from across the hospital.
"Yes your highness?" She asked trying to catch her breath.
"Are any of my family still here, or have they left?" I asked in wonderment.
"They have all left your highness, the doctor suggested that they get home and get some rest. But I can call them for you if you would like." She
suggested nervously,
"No, thats fine, I'll call him myself." I smiled to try to make her feel a little better, but I don't think it worked. She scooted out of the room backwards like she didn't want to turn her back on me for fear of insulting me.
Knowing that it was only 7, I decided to let him sleep. So what where there to do for me. I glanced at the bed side table, a few magazines were there. They entertained me for about 10 minutes. I wanted to get up, and walk around. But I didn't know if I could.
The freaky doctor came in once again, with a clip board in hand.
"Am I able to get up and walk around?" I asked diligently. He continued to study the chart,as if it had lines on it that he was supossed to repeat.
"No." he answerd breifly.
"What?"
"Your hip is not to be walked on for some time." He exlpained, bringing the chart up to his chest and hugging it closely.
"I thought that it was just bruised.." I objected, wanting to get out of this prisonis bed.
"On the outside, but the bone where the car hit you is cracked, you will need to be in a wheel chair for awhile." I groaned loudly,
"Then can I go around in a wheel chair, you don't seem to understand how boreing it is being stuck in this little bed all day." My voice was raised a bit, god if Susan where here she would of killed me for talking like that to my elders. But hey she was home far away from me, and I can do anything I wanted to.
The doctor hesitated for a moment, "I guess I can premit that." He held the clip board out at amrs length again, took a ball point pen from his breast pocket and beggan tapping it rapidly on the chart. "But you can only be out of bed for an hour at a time."
He snet for a nurse to get my chair, she eveen tried to push me around, but I said as polightly as possible that I wanted to do it my self. I didn't know where I was going, but I wanted out of that damn room. It smelt too much like rubber gloves.
A young nurse saw me wandering around the halls, and told me about a rec room that they have for the teen paitents, finally, something worth going to for once. I allowed her to push me there.
Inside there were about 10 kids my age, boys and girls. They were all dressed in either the ugly hospital gowns, or sweats and a tee-shirt. I guess I got the better end of the clotheing since I was in my own PJ's from home. They were pink silk pants, and a white tank top.
I wheeled my self over to a table with a few diffrent games spread out on it. There was an raddy old deck of cards on the far left table. I decided to deal out a game a salitare. Hey it was better then nothing.
After playing for about 10 minutes, a guy hooked up to an I.V. apporached the table. He was in grey sweats, and a navy blue shirt. His skin was quite pale, but that didn't stop his english born red cheeks from showing.
"Exuse me.." he began nervously, "Um we couldn't help noticeing, your Princess Alexandria, arnt you?" His voice trembled, I didn't know if it was from talking to me, or for why ever he was in the hospital.
"Yes I am." I grinned, putting the deck down on the old oak table. He pulled up a chair and sat oppisite from me.
"Wow, it's a great honor to meet you your highness." he bowed his head, and looked back to the other kids motioning them that it was alright to come over. 4 more joined him at the table, 3 boys and one girl.
"Well thank you, but please, call me Alex."
"If you don't mind us asking, why are you in here? They wont tell us anything here, and they haven't released any information to the press yet." well that was good to know, all I need is to be on every news channel and magazine in every country again.
"Oh, I don't mind. It was my own fault really, I wasn't paying attention and ran out in front of a car." I explined, my cheeks gre red with embarrisment. We talked a little bit. The boy who first approached me was named James, and he was in for a Polo injury. it turns out he had fallen off the horse and disloacted his elbow. Which I guess would explian why his arm was in a sling.
"You play polo?" I asked, getting more into the conversation. The others had left, 2 to play playstation, and the other 2 because the nurse came in and toild them that their times were up in the rec center.
"Yes ma'am." He replied, looking down shyly.
"Thats so cool, my boyfriend plays polo." Whoa, did I just say that. I just called Harry my boy friend. And you know what. I like it, it felt right. Harry, my boyfriend.
"I didn't know that you had a boyfriend." James said intrigued by the conversation.
"Um, well it's kinda a new, and secret development." I tried to cover it up as much as possible, and hoped that he would take the whole secret thing seriously so that it wouldn't be all over the world by tommorow morning.
"Oh, might I ask who?" yea you can, but don't expect a honest answer.
"I don't know, I really think Harry and I don't want the public kowing quite yet.." I emphisised, raiseing my eyesbrows hopeing he'd got the point.
"Oh, no need to worry. You have my word I wont tell anyone."
"Thats so nice, I wish I could repay you somehow." I replied, knowing that he would come up with some way for me to give back to him.
"Well, could I maybe have you sighn this?" He blushed, takeing a People magizine out from under the table with my picture plasterd on the front. It was from when the interviewers came to my school. The picture showed me in the court yard of St. Kathreans. I smiled widely, and accepted the offer.
I grabbed a sharpie which was located in a coffee cup in the middle of the table, and sighned my autograph right under the picture.
Just after that, the nervous nurse came in and told me it was time for me to get back into bed. She said that I was putting too much stress on my hip as it is. Which made no sence to me becuase I was in the damn wheel chair. How much more stress can I put on my hip in a wheel chair then lieing in bed?
Not even 10 minutes after I got back into the lumpy bed, Harry walked in the door. He wore a suspicious grin, his hand was hidden behind his back.
"What are you so happy about?" I questioned, he bent over me, kissed my cheek, and then asnwerd.
"Oh nothing, just happy to see you looking so well."
"Whats behind your back?" I asked, straining my nect to look, his grin grew wider as he pulled a sun flower out enclosed in his plae right hand. My mouth opend in a weak aw.
"A sun flower, thats my faveorite flower." I exclained, takeing the gift from him and studying it deeply.
"I know," Harry said proudly, bounceing up and down from his tippy toes, his hands were again behind his back grasped together.
"How?" I asked givein him a suspicious look.
"You told me." Harry simply stated.
"And you still remember?" I asked bleakly.
"Of course," His smile was enough to melt an iceburg. Sitting down in the chair next t my bed, he took my hand again and held it carefully not to hit the I.V. which was protrudeing from my hand.
"So, have you thought more about what we were talking about yesterday?" Harry asked in a hopefull manner.
"Yea, I have. I've thought alot about it." I laughted half heartedly, "I didn't get much sleep last night." I joked,
"I'm sorry," He started, sypathtiquly, "So what do you think.." Harry urged.
"Well, I thought about all the options, and then I thought about how my mom.. er Lisa told me. She said that life is not worth liveing unless you take chances. Your life is only as good as you make it. So I thought, could I ever forgive my self if I didn't take my chances and try "us" out. Who knows, it could end up being destiny." I finished, looking profoundly into Harry's eyes.
He thought for a quick moment, and then said, "So are you saying what I think your saying, that you'll be my princess?" I nodded, blushing slightly.
"Yea, thats exactly what I am saying."