The next morning, Sarah skipped breakfast and just stayed in her room. She
was trying to decide whether it really was the right time. She was sitting
at her desk, staring out the window.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." She said faintly, still far away in thought.
It was Oliver.
"Were you planning on taking breakfast in here this morning?" He said jokingly.
Sarah came back from the train of thought that was running through her mind.
"Hum? Ooh, no." She said as she shook her head, trying to clear it.
"Is everything alright?" Oliver said, concerned. He rolled over to her desk and took her hands in his.
Sarah paused, trying to think of what to say.
"Did you really mean what you said last night?" She said finaly.
"What did I say last night?" He said slightly confused, and even more worried.
"You said 'I trust you', did you mean it, I mean REALLY mean it?"
"More than I ever have in my life." He said assuringly.
Sarah smiled. She knew.
"I think you're ready." She said with a smile.
"For wha..oooh." Oliver said coming to the realization of what she meant.
"Do you think you are?" She said, searching his eyes for the answer. "I do." He said passionately.
"Great."
They both paused.
"Soo.." He said trying to get her to explain further.
"Ok, this is going to sound thoroughly weird, but I want to do this on my bed."
Oliver raised his eyebrows at her as a smile peeked at his mouth.
"Would you get your mind out of the gutter," She said, giggling, and lightly smacking him on the arm.
"The reason for that is, when I absorb your injury, I won't have a cast on, like you. I plan on just sleeping it off anyway, so I want to already be on my bed so I don't have to move. Which you already know, will be hard."
"Ooh, I see."
"Come on." she said getting up and leading the way to her bed.
She crawled up and sat in the middle of it.
Oliver followed suit, but with a little help from Sarah.
"Ok, I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do so that there won't be any surprises. It won't hurt you, but it will feel extremely weird. When I actually absorb your injury, I'm told it will feel like the skin on your leg is just, melting off."
"That just sounds painful."
"Well, it won't be. Not for you anyway."
"And then.." Sarah began, but Oliver cut her off.
"Wait! I just realized something. When you take my injury, do you take the pain too?" He asked quickly, his eye huge, as if he just came from a horror movie.
"Unfortunately..yes." she said as she hung her head.
"NO! I can't let you do that. I don't want to be healed anymore!" He said as he started to climb off the bed.
"Oliver wait!" Sarah said, jumping over to him. She wrapped each of her hands around each of his shoulders as to stop him from going any further. He stopped. She was right next to his ear, so when she talked, she half whispered.
"Oliver, I have done this before, I know what I'm risking."
He reached up and put his hands over hers.
"The pain..I can't let you.. it will be too much for you." He said sadly.
"No, no it won't. Please.Trust me." she said pleadingly.
"But what will happen to you?" he asked turning so he was now facing her.
"I will probably just pass out from the pain.."
Oliver turned and looked away, thinking about all the pain he had had.
"But, when I wake up, the pain will be gone." she said reassuringly placing a hand on his face.
"I want to heal you. I care about you."
"I care about you too." he said looking back at her.
"Than let me do this."
Oliver nodded, crawling back to the middle of the bed. He looked as though he wanted to cry.
Sarah saw his face, and pulled him into a tight hug. She felt a single tear fall from his face onto her shoulder. This made tears well up in her eyes.
"I don't want you to be hurt." He whispered pulling away to wipe his face.
"I won't feel it too long. I have felt worse ya' know." She said, trying to cheer them both up.
"Ok." He said, defeated.
"Ready?"
"I guess so."
Sarah took his hands in hers. He looked up at her with red eyes.
He was scared.
She leaned forward and gave him a short kiss for reassurance.
"Ok. You have to stay calm, no matter how strange it may feel."
Oliver nodded.
"Here we go."
She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. Oliver just looked at her. He felt a tingle in his leg. Than, all of a sudden, just like Sarah said, it felt like his leg was melting. He took long, deep breaths trying to remain calm. He looked at her and saw that she could already feel the pain. His leg all of a sudden went numb and he knew that he was healed. But at that same moment, Sarah couldn't take the pain anymore. She yelped out in pain, then collapsed into Oliver arms.
Oliver began to freak out. Was she still breathing? If she was, would she really recover from this? As questions were flying through his head, he heard something, it was Sarah. She coughed. He looked down, she was still unconscious, but at least he knew she was alive.
Now.what to do with her?
He didn't want to leave, but he was steadily growing uncomfortable with the position he was in. So, he laid her down gently on the bed. He sat up for a second to take off his cast. He would marvel at this miracle later, right now he needed to pay attention to the miracle that was lying on the bed.
He slowly crawled over and laid down beside her. He was staring at her while she slept, taken back by just how amazing she was. He brushed the strands of hair out of her face.
He too ultimately fell asleep.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." She said faintly, still far away in thought.
It was Oliver.
"Were you planning on taking breakfast in here this morning?" He said jokingly.
Sarah came back from the train of thought that was running through her mind.
"Hum? Ooh, no." She said as she shook her head, trying to clear it.
"Is everything alright?" Oliver said, concerned. He rolled over to her desk and took her hands in his.
Sarah paused, trying to think of what to say.
"Did you really mean what you said last night?" She said finaly.
"What did I say last night?" He said slightly confused, and even more worried.
"You said 'I trust you', did you mean it, I mean REALLY mean it?"
"More than I ever have in my life." He said assuringly.
Sarah smiled. She knew.
"I think you're ready." She said with a smile.
"For wha..oooh." Oliver said coming to the realization of what she meant.
"Do you think you are?" She said, searching his eyes for the answer. "I do." He said passionately.
"Great."
They both paused.
"Soo.." He said trying to get her to explain further.
"Ok, this is going to sound thoroughly weird, but I want to do this on my bed."
Oliver raised his eyebrows at her as a smile peeked at his mouth.
"Would you get your mind out of the gutter," She said, giggling, and lightly smacking him on the arm.
"The reason for that is, when I absorb your injury, I won't have a cast on, like you. I plan on just sleeping it off anyway, so I want to already be on my bed so I don't have to move. Which you already know, will be hard."
"Ooh, I see."
"Come on." she said getting up and leading the way to her bed.
She crawled up and sat in the middle of it.
Oliver followed suit, but with a little help from Sarah.
"Ok, I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do so that there won't be any surprises. It won't hurt you, but it will feel extremely weird. When I actually absorb your injury, I'm told it will feel like the skin on your leg is just, melting off."
"That just sounds painful."
"Well, it won't be. Not for you anyway."
"And then.." Sarah began, but Oliver cut her off.
"Wait! I just realized something. When you take my injury, do you take the pain too?" He asked quickly, his eye huge, as if he just came from a horror movie.
"Unfortunately..yes." she said as she hung her head.
"NO! I can't let you do that. I don't want to be healed anymore!" He said as he started to climb off the bed.
"Oliver wait!" Sarah said, jumping over to him. She wrapped each of her hands around each of his shoulders as to stop him from going any further. He stopped. She was right next to his ear, so when she talked, she half whispered.
"Oliver, I have done this before, I know what I'm risking."
He reached up and put his hands over hers.
"The pain..I can't let you.. it will be too much for you." He said sadly.
"No, no it won't. Please.Trust me." she said pleadingly.
"But what will happen to you?" he asked turning so he was now facing her.
"I will probably just pass out from the pain.."
Oliver turned and looked away, thinking about all the pain he had had.
"But, when I wake up, the pain will be gone." she said reassuringly placing a hand on his face.
"I want to heal you. I care about you."
"I care about you too." he said looking back at her.
"Than let me do this."
Oliver nodded, crawling back to the middle of the bed. He looked as though he wanted to cry.
Sarah saw his face, and pulled him into a tight hug. She felt a single tear fall from his face onto her shoulder. This made tears well up in her eyes.
"I don't want you to be hurt." He whispered pulling away to wipe his face.
"I won't feel it too long. I have felt worse ya' know." She said, trying to cheer them both up.
"Ok." He said, defeated.
"Ready?"
"I guess so."
Sarah took his hands in hers. He looked up at her with red eyes.
He was scared.
She leaned forward and gave him a short kiss for reassurance.
"Ok. You have to stay calm, no matter how strange it may feel."
Oliver nodded.
"Here we go."
She closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. Oliver just looked at her. He felt a tingle in his leg. Than, all of a sudden, just like Sarah said, it felt like his leg was melting. He took long, deep breaths trying to remain calm. He looked at her and saw that she could already feel the pain. His leg all of a sudden went numb and he knew that he was healed. But at that same moment, Sarah couldn't take the pain anymore. She yelped out in pain, then collapsed into Oliver arms.
Oliver began to freak out. Was she still breathing? If she was, would she really recover from this? As questions were flying through his head, he heard something, it was Sarah. She coughed. He looked down, she was still unconscious, but at least he knew she was alive.
Now.what to do with her?
He didn't want to leave, but he was steadily growing uncomfortable with the position he was in. So, he laid her down gently on the bed. He sat up for a second to take off his cast. He would marvel at this miracle later, right now he needed to pay attention to the miracle that was lying on the bed.
He slowly crawled over and laid down beside her. He was staring at her while she slept, taken back by just how amazing she was. He brushed the strands of hair out of her face.
He too ultimately fell asleep.