My eyes were open, yet I still felt like I was asleep. "She's awake."
"Not mentally awake, sir. Just physically. It will take a while for her to recuperate from that injection. Perhaps a half-hour or so."
As I laid there for about 30 minutes, I felt myself slowly coming into consciousness. It was like waking up, but slowly. Once I was conscious again, he came over to my bed. "How are you feeling? Any better?"
"Not really, sir. I'm still in pain, but I will survive. I can leave today, right?"
"That's what they have been saying. Let's hope they meant it."
"Where is it?" I suddenly remembered something.
"It's right here. I've been holding onto it for you. Hope you don't mind." He pulled my box out from his inner pocket, where I always kept it.
"Thank you, now I know it is safe."
He smiled at me, and blushed at the same time. I made him blush! That made me smile. Why was I acting like this? It wasn't like me to smile like that without a good reason. I seldom smiled at all, save for the past day. I caught a glimpse of his chocolate-brown eyes. They seemed familiar.
"Breakfast is here!" it was my nurse. "Hope you don't mind Jell-o. Just about all we have, you see. Sorry about that." She left the room without another word.
I was hungry, yes I was. I wanted to eat. There was a problem though. I was right-handed, and ate with the utensil in my right hand. I wasn't able to do that though. I picked up the spoon with my left hand, and tried to scoop up a glob of the red jiggly dessert. My left arm was weak, and I dropped it into the bowl.
My eyes swelled with tears. "I'm so hungry," I forced out.
He came over to me and sat there for a moment. He wanted to help me, I could see that. But he was afraid to.
"Here, you can put this over there," I said, pushing the tray from myself, "it's not of use to me."
He began to take the tray away, but set it back down. "Would you like some help?" That deep look of concern was there again.
"You don't have to. I'll be alright. Like I told you before, I don't eat much anyway."
"Here, let me help you, it isn't a problem."
I began to giggle at his sweetness. Giggling turned to laughter. I couldn't stop! I kept laughing! He just sat there, and acted like he understood what was happening. "Yes, that's it, let it out. Don't hold it in anymore." I was laughing so hard it began to hurt. He gently gave me a hug, "It's alright."