A/N - Writer's block is crap-tacular . GggRrrr. . . I curse you, writer's block! Hope this chapter didn't come out TOO bad, heh heh . I love you all! ::tries to suck up readers into giving good reviews by handing out cookies and candies and cakes and junk and stuff:: With every chapter comes. . . that's right, AUTHOR'S RESPONSE CORNER! YAY!
B-W-of-R - I still love you. ::huggles:: But yes, you are my only fan. ::sobs silently:: I am saddened by the fact, but as long as you keep my spirits high, I will keep writing. ::puts foot on replica of globe triumphantly:: But publish. . . ? Wouldn't that be a copyright infringement? Erm. . . heh heh ::anime sweatdrop:: Not saying the idea doesn't appeal to me. . . I would love to publish one of my works . One of my life's goals, actually. I just read your bio too. . . ::tears up:: I can't believe you put this story in it! ::hugs tightly:: Oh my gosh, I just love you! Katy, you're awesome.
Again, only one. ::cries:: Oh well. I lurve my fan! ( singular) ::huggles to you:: But the story must go on! First, a recap. . .
He lay there on his side, leaning on his hand, just staring at me with a smirk on his face. I didn't like it at all, him laying but a few feet from my own unclothed body and smirking like that. I glared under my eyebrows and sent it straight into his fire eyes. "Where are my clothes?" I said, the words harshly rolling off my tongue and wandering throughout the room before reaching his ears. His lips were still curved into that stupid smirk before he pushed up off the ground and lunged at me.
Well, onto the chapter.
Onegai
Chapter 5 - Blooming
I felt a slightly smooth set of hands lie softly on my upper arms as I opened my eyes and saw two deep jade pools reflecting my own image into them. As soon as I had seen them, though, they had disappeared, revealing a very magnificent light that burned right through my pupils and scorched my retina, causing me to yelp. Something was wrong, though. . . only silence came from my throat. I tried to move but my body was securely fastened to whatever it was I lay on, disabling any movement I was trying to make. Slowly, as my eyes became accustomed to the brightness of the luminescence in the room, I began to see only white. A constant beeping rang in my sensitive ears, causing me to moan loudly and hearing my own utterance only made it worse. My head was beginning to pound heavily and my eyelids began drooping down over my oculus. That infernal beeping still resounded and echoed throughout the tube I used for hearing in the sides of my head, and it wouldn't stop, not even for a moment.. It was a regular pattern that just kept going and going and going. . . it made me want to kill something, constantly hearing this beep, beep, beep. . . it never stopped. Just beeping and beeping and beeping. . .
"Miss?" I heard over to my left, and I tried to turn my head to face it. It was a young woman, maybe 25 at most, with dark skin and black hair that fell to her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes inspected my face as I looked at her blindly, not realizing who she was or what she was doing there, and not caring either. Her small nose was situated perfectly between her eyes, which seemed too large for her head, and nestled on top was a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. Her hair shone in the light and was held back from her forehead with a blue headband. She wore a blue uniform of some sort and some weird contraption around her neck, carrying a clipboard in her right hand. It reflected more of that insane light into my eyes as I twitched slightly and glared at her. Apparently, she got the point because she moved the clipboard back to its original position and sat in a chair that conveniently lay near the bed. "Miss, you've been in a coma for the past week."
"What the hell is a coma?" I seemed to blurt out without even thinking, without even trying to think about the question. I didn't know what a coma was, and I wanted to. For some reason, feeling this selfishness and ire didn't bother me at all. So please inform me, doctor, what in hell is a coma? Hmm?
"Miss, you've also had a bad head injury. We think it might have affected your brain activity." Oh great, more things for me to have to remember. Just when things were bad, they get a whole lot worse. And I still didn't know what a coma was. "Your right ankle was badly broken in three places, but we've set it and it may take up to 5 more weeks to heal."
"Are you saying I won't be able to walk for 5 weeks?!" I said angrily, my face resembling one of pure fury. I don't know why I lashed out on the poor little nurse, but heck, she could take it if I could.
"Yes, miss. Your left arm was badly wounded as well, but it seems to be healing nicely. You might have to worry about a scar when it completely heals." I felt something touch my shoulder and I turned to see that crimson-haired boy smiling at me. I turned back to face the nurse.
"What about him? Did you check HIS scars?!" spoken again in an irritated tone, the questions reverberating off the walls of the room and reached both listeners' ears. I felt his hand squeeze on my shoulder, obviously telling me I should stop speaking, but why should I? What could he possibly do? "Yeah, he was beaten up real bad when I met him, bleeding everywhere. . . you really should make sure he's not infected." I said slyly, motioning with a nod toward my companion.
"She's obviously delirious." I heard him say gently, acting like he thought I really was delirious, shaking his head in a manner I didn't like. Oh, he had some nerve.
"To hell with this delirious shit, he's obviously in denial that he got hurt. Aw, did you hurt your pride too? Give it up, you really need to get that checked out!" Where was all this agitation feeding off of? And why was it making me act this way? I didn't want to, it just seemed to happen. Still, this anger had taken over my actions and there was no way I seemed to be able to stop it. "But you seem to have gotten new clothes there, dontcha? Yep. . . they look good. A lot better than those blood-stained rags you were wearing when last we met! And what the hell is that damn beeping?!" I have to admit, it had begun to get very annoying. Whatever it was, it was about to stop as the nurse unplugged some random machine that was lying about and, to my content, the beeping finally ceased.
"I think she needs more time to rest." the boy said before walking away from the bed and showing the nurse the door. She was a stubborn one though, as she refused to move from her position in the chair.
"No, I must do a few tests now that she's awake." she said, picking up her left leg and placing it over her right, sticking her nose into the air in a way that showed how determined she was to get these so-called 'needed tests'.
"Like hell you will!" I screamed at her, sitting up in the bed. "Don't you even dare touch me, you. . . you. . . " I couldn't even finish my thought when a dainty hand was placed over my mouth and a smell of roses wafted into my nose. Where did he come from? Was he able to teleport or something? And why was I smelling roses? Maybe I really was delirious. . . whatever, I didn't care. With his hand placed ever-so-conveniently, I didn't need to worry about my anger fits anymore.
"I highly suggest you letting her to her rest." he said forcefully, nodding towards the door. I could feel it in the influence of his voice and the gentleness of his hand that he wanted to be alone with me. Why? I didn't know. He probably had something important to tell me. Or maybe he was serious about me needing some sleep. Come to think of it, I was kind of tired. . .
"Fine. I'm getting the doctor. She's out of control!" the woman barked at my comrade, who obviously didn't care at the moment. I looked at him and then back to her, still silenced by his incredibly soft hand. It was so very tender and felt so good on my skin, like some sort of security blanket a child drags around. The door slammed as I realized the woman had gone, leaving the clipboard in the chair behind her. "Good." he uttered, removing his hand and taking a seat in the chair opposite the side where the woman had sat just a few moments before. The bitterness in me began rising to the surface again, causing me to say something I wouldn't have in any other circumstances. I was so confused--this was the first time I had ever had this problem before.
"You mind telling me just what in blue blazes is going on here?" I said abruptly, still sitting with my legs woven over and under each other, crossing my arms over my chest and staring at him as he rubbed his temples with one hand, leaving his scarlet hair to dangle in front of his eyes and over his shoulders. He sighed heavily and looked at me, the emerald abyss sparkling in the bright, placing both his elbows on his knees and leaning forward, as if going to whisper a secret to me or something. I leaned towards him and placed my ear nearest him, listening to see if he was actually going to say something.
"Do you remember?" he asked, very softly, as if I was actually supposed to remember something important. I closed my eyes and subconsciously searched my memories and realized that nothing filled the empty void except him, that nurse, and the dark man from my nightmare. Nobody else. Nothing else of importance except realizing I had quite a few 'medical ailments'. I turned to him and whispered just like he did.
"Remember what?"
I could see his lips curve into a devilish smile, relaxing in the chair and heaving a great sigh of relief. It angered me to see him like this, and for him to not tell me what it was that was nagging at me from my memories that I couldn't seem to find just infuriated me. I snarled at him and lay down in the bed, it seeming a lot more comfortable now than it had before. My eyelids hung heavily over my eyes as I became more and more wearied. I closed my eyes, resting them, but I still listened and was not asleep.
"Sleep well, my angel." he whispered into my ear before placing his lips on my cheek gently and walked out of the room. I could do nothing but comply with his request, though reluctantly, and back to the world of sleep I was tossed.
A/N - Learned a lot during this chapter, didn't we? Feh. I have a feeling this is going to be one long story. . . . . I'm sad and happy at the same time. Oh well, I'll get over it .
AH! It's so short! ::strangles self:: Oh well, I'm like that. Most of my chapters are very long, but when I get writer's block. . . -33R 73- 5-0R7 C-4 73R5! Yes, I purposely spelled "the" wrong, for a special reason . ::dies at the shortness of the chapter:: Oh well. So it's a page shorter than most of my chapters. I really don't care ::twitch:: really I don't ::twitch twitch::. Since the idea came to me last night at 3 in the morning, it kind of sucks. . . but I like where it went. . . yay! REVIEW! Shu-chan will be happy if you review!
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