Angel Boy
Chapter 10/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
Chapter 10: Healing
I hadn't seen Victoria for three days when she came to my room. She seemed hesitant to come in, and embarrassed to be there. I felt the same, more or less. I was glad she came to see me, but it felt awkward, and I really didn't know what to say to her.
She stayed close to the door, like she was afraid to come too close. "I heard about your sister's boyfriend, and I wanted to let you know I'm really sorry."
I shook my head. I wondered if she knew I had started talking. Not much, because my throat still felt raw and grainy. I kept the notebook close by, and used it about half the time. The doctor said I needed to take it slow and not try to do too much too soon.
"It's not your fault."
"I know. But I'm still sorry." She didn't seem surprised that I spoke. "And it's not your fault either, Simon."
"Yes, it is. I killed him as sure as if I put a gun to his head."
She just looked at me with a narrow-eyed look, like she was trying to decide if she should pursue the issue. She finally shook her head, then pushed her hair out of her face and sighed. "It's good to hear you talking."
"My voice isn't back to normal yet. My speech therapist said that will take a while."
She looked like she had second thoughts about visiting me, and she wanted to get out of my room. I couldn't blame her. I had thought about going to se her several times, but never got around to doing it. Never forced myself to bite the bullet and do it, would be more accurate. After the way I passed out on her last time I saw her, I wouldn't be surprised if she never wanted to see me again.
Not only that. I feel inferior next to her. Victoria, the Olympic hopeful, shot down by a devastating injury. And me, Simon, the idiot boy who freaked out when he found out his parents kept his dead twin a secret from him all his life. I wanted to die, and instead I had killed my sister's boyfriend. And Lucy still had a long road of healing ahead of her.
"How is your sister?" Victoria asked suddenly.
"She's doing better. At least that's what the tell me."
"Have you seen her?"
I nodded. "The day Kevin died. I asked Kevin's brother to take me to see her." And she had started showing improvement almost immediately. I would never say anything about that, but I wondered if she started getting better because she knew I was okay. I've heard of that happening between siblings before. Why not me and Lucy?
"Well, I'm glad she's doing better. What about you? How are you doing?"
I shrugged. I knew she didn't mean physically. And I really didn't want to discuss my mental state with her, or anyone. "I'm okay."
"Last time you told me that you checked out for a little while."
"What do you want me to say, Victoria?"
Her turn to shrug. She closed her eyes for a moment, making me wonder what she was thinking, why she really came to see me. "I don't want you to say anything, Simon. I just...I wanted to see for myself that you are okay."
"I am." My throat felt raw. I reached for the pitcher of water on the bedside table, but my hand shook and I dropped it, spilling water everywhere. "Damn it."
"I'll clean it up," Victoria offered, and headed to the bathroom for a towel. I hated to let her do it, but I had little choice, since I couldn't get out of the bed on my own. So I watched her sop up the water. "Do you want me to get you a drink?"
"Please," I whispered hoarsely.
She took the pitcher and filled it in the bathroom. She poured a glass for me. Our hands touched when I took it from her, and I felt a shock of heat surge up my arm. I think she must have felt it too, because she turned away suddenly, but not before I saw a pink hue touch her cheeks.
"I should get back to my room," She wheeled her chair toward the door. "My parents said they would stop by later this afternoon..."
I took a sip of my water so I wouldn't have to say anything. But at the same time I couldn't stand the sight of her leaving because I knew if she left now I would probably never see her again, except in the therapy room.
"Wait. Please."
She stopped, but didn't turn to look at me.
I felt like crying. Victoria was my best friend, the only friend I had really because none of my so-called 'normal' friends ever visited me in the hospital. Not that I blamed them, but...but I couldn't help but think Victoria might be my only friend left.
"I don't want you to go." What a time for my voice to fail. Completely. I said the words, but not a sound came out. She sighed. And I knew she was about to leave because she thought I didn't say anything. I reached for my notebook and dropped the pen.
I hit my hand on the side of the bed and hoped she would turn at the sound. She did, and I could only stare at her and the tears on her cheeks.
"Oh Simon," she whispered, and I felt something inside of me pull toward her.
I held up my notebook, then pointed tot he floor to show her I had dropped the pen. She nodded and moved her chair back to my bedside.
"It's okay. I understand. I'm sorry. I don't know why I was acting like that."
I shook my head. She wasn't acting like anything. I'm the one who was acting like a jerk and I didn't even mean to. I tried again, and my voice carried just enough volume to be heard. "I don't want you to go."
She reached for my hand and squeezed it hard. "I'm not going anywhere." I wanted to kiss her. I would have kissed her if I could have done it gracefully. And the next thing I knew, she was sitting up and leaning in to kiss me.
Our lips touched and fireworks went off in my head. I felt like I could fly.
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End chapter 9. I hope you guys are liking the story. Please let me know in review. Thanks! You guys are the best! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)
Chapter 10/?
A 7th Heaven Fan Fic by Lucky Star
Chapter 10: Healing
I hadn't seen Victoria for three days when she came to my room. She seemed hesitant to come in, and embarrassed to be there. I felt the same, more or less. I was glad she came to see me, but it felt awkward, and I really didn't know what to say to her.
She stayed close to the door, like she was afraid to come too close. "I heard about your sister's boyfriend, and I wanted to let you know I'm really sorry."
I shook my head. I wondered if she knew I had started talking. Not much, because my throat still felt raw and grainy. I kept the notebook close by, and used it about half the time. The doctor said I needed to take it slow and not try to do too much too soon.
"It's not your fault."
"I know. But I'm still sorry." She didn't seem surprised that I spoke. "And it's not your fault either, Simon."
"Yes, it is. I killed him as sure as if I put a gun to his head."
She just looked at me with a narrow-eyed look, like she was trying to decide if she should pursue the issue. She finally shook her head, then pushed her hair out of her face and sighed. "It's good to hear you talking."
"My voice isn't back to normal yet. My speech therapist said that will take a while."
She looked like she had second thoughts about visiting me, and she wanted to get out of my room. I couldn't blame her. I had thought about going to se her several times, but never got around to doing it. Never forced myself to bite the bullet and do it, would be more accurate. After the way I passed out on her last time I saw her, I wouldn't be surprised if she never wanted to see me again.
Not only that. I feel inferior next to her. Victoria, the Olympic hopeful, shot down by a devastating injury. And me, Simon, the idiot boy who freaked out when he found out his parents kept his dead twin a secret from him all his life. I wanted to die, and instead I had killed my sister's boyfriend. And Lucy still had a long road of healing ahead of her.
"How is your sister?" Victoria asked suddenly.
"She's doing better. At least that's what the tell me."
"Have you seen her?"
I nodded. "The day Kevin died. I asked Kevin's brother to take me to see her." And she had started showing improvement almost immediately. I would never say anything about that, but I wondered if she started getting better because she knew I was okay. I've heard of that happening between siblings before. Why not me and Lucy?
"Well, I'm glad she's doing better. What about you? How are you doing?"
I shrugged. I knew she didn't mean physically. And I really didn't want to discuss my mental state with her, or anyone. "I'm okay."
"Last time you told me that you checked out for a little while."
"What do you want me to say, Victoria?"
Her turn to shrug. She closed her eyes for a moment, making me wonder what she was thinking, why she really came to see me. "I don't want you to say anything, Simon. I just...I wanted to see for myself that you are okay."
"I am." My throat felt raw. I reached for the pitcher of water on the bedside table, but my hand shook and I dropped it, spilling water everywhere. "Damn it."
"I'll clean it up," Victoria offered, and headed to the bathroom for a towel. I hated to let her do it, but I had little choice, since I couldn't get out of the bed on my own. So I watched her sop up the water. "Do you want me to get you a drink?"
"Please," I whispered hoarsely.
She took the pitcher and filled it in the bathroom. She poured a glass for me. Our hands touched when I took it from her, and I felt a shock of heat surge up my arm. I think she must have felt it too, because she turned away suddenly, but not before I saw a pink hue touch her cheeks.
"I should get back to my room," She wheeled her chair toward the door. "My parents said they would stop by later this afternoon..."
I took a sip of my water so I wouldn't have to say anything. But at the same time I couldn't stand the sight of her leaving because I knew if she left now I would probably never see her again, except in the therapy room.
"Wait. Please."
She stopped, but didn't turn to look at me.
I felt like crying. Victoria was my best friend, the only friend I had really because none of my so-called 'normal' friends ever visited me in the hospital. Not that I blamed them, but...but I couldn't help but think Victoria might be my only friend left.
"I don't want you to go." What a time for my voice to fail. Completely. I said the words, but not a sound came out. She sighed. And I knew she was about to leave because she thought I didn't say anything. I reached for my notebook and dropped the pen.
I hit my hand on the side of the bed and hoped she would turn at the sound. She did, and I could only stare at her and the tears on her cheeks.
"Oh Simon," she whispered, and I felt something inside of me pull toward her.
I held up my notebook, then pointed tot he floor to show her I had dropped the pen. She nodded and moved her chair back to my bedside.
"It's okay. I understand. I'm sorry. I don't know why I was acting like that."
I shook my head. She wasn't acting like anything. I'm the one who was acting like a jerk and I didn't even mean to. I tried again, and my voice carried just enough volume to be heard. "I don't want you to go."
She reached for my hand and squeezed it hard. "I'm not going anywhere." I wanted to kiss her. I would have kissed her if I could have done it gracefully. And the next thing I knew, she was sitting up and leaning in to kiss me.
Our lips touched and fireworks went off in my head. I felt like I could fly.
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End chapter 9. I hope you guys are liking the story. Please let me know in review. Thanks! You guys are the best! Lucky Star (JjsLuckyStar@aol.com)
