Chapter 8: Peter's POV
I never thought I would have to stay away from the girl I love. I never once thought I wouldn't be able to prove she was my soulmate. I didn't need a ring to appear for me to know she was the one.
They called an ambulance that took Wendy to the hospital. No one even thought that I needed to know she was fine. That she was in good hands. No one knew I needed to know she was alright to live.
They took her to an emergency room and called the head doctor. I still remember that heart-wrenching conversation.
The lady pulled me aside and asked me what happened. So I told her what happened to her brother. What happened in the garden, and on the grass. She told me this was something that had been happening recently with soulmates.
"I know this isn't how you wanted to find out, but you and Wendy are possibly soulmates. We are working on a cure right now to fix what is happening. But under no circumstances do you touch her in a way that could be overly intimate. If you do she will be in more and more pain. We are waiting for government approval for the cure and should be able to put you in for next Tuesday.
Don't tell her you are soulmates, but please tell her that we can fix this. Because she needs to know why this is happening."
It was the one thing I didn't want to hear. I walked out of Wendy's room with tears streaming down my face. I could hear her wails from outside and I watched as her family and doctors rushed in. I walk to the hospital cafe, which just happens to be less than a hundred feet away from Wendy's room. I walk up to the cashier and order a cup of extra strong black coffee.
I find a small table in an isolated corner and sip my coffee. I have the most beautiful and amazing girl as my soulmate and I can't even tell her. Wendy is in that room breaking down and I'm too scared to hold her for fear of hurting her. I pushed Wendy and the result being since she was never intimate with anyone, her body couldn't handle it.
Wendy starts to scream and wail even louder. "Why won't anyone tell me what is going on! WHERE IS PETER! IF YOU WON'T EXPLAiN THIS TO ME THEN HE WILL! Peter, get in here! NOW!"
I think they put her on steroids. She would never say these things.
John runs out of the room and frantically looks around. When his eyes meet mine he runs over and gives me an alarmed look. "She is going crazy in there. She is yelling at our parents because they are both hysterical and the doctor didn't tell me or Micheal anything. Can you please fix her?"
I nodded as I stood up. I throw my empty coffee away and start to walk out. Micheal walks out holding his parents' hands and leads them to the cafe. Wendy's crying gets louder and louder the closer I come. I hesitate for a moment when I reach her door.
I wasn't ready to face her yet, but I need to see that she's okay. Suddenly the crying stops. A pit of acid grows in my stomach when I think about how they could have knocked her out with some gas. But then I hear her hyperventilating.
I round the corner and walk in slowly. Wendy has a doctor next to her who is rubbing circles on Wendy's hand. The nurse looks up at me and gives me a soft smile. I look at Wendy and she has her eyes closed and earphones in.
"I have been Wendy's nurse for years." The nurse says. "When she came to get her scares removed, when she broke her leg, when she needed stitches, I've always requested to be assigned to her. All it takes is a little bit of music and someone holding her hand to calm her down."
I look back at her and smile. I walk over to the chair I was in when she was out of it. She hasn't acknowledged my presence yet but she seems calmer.
"Miss Lucy, can you get Peter for me. I really need to ask him what is going on." Miss Lucy looks at Wendy than to me.
"So you're the famous Peter Pan I've heard so much about." I nodded in response and she gives me a reassuring smile.
"From the way she talks about you I can tell I'm not needed."She lets go of Wendy's hand and walks away giving me an encouraging smile.
From the loss of contact, Wendy's eyes fly open and her breathing gets heavier. She keeps looking straight and doesn't look to me. After a few moments, her eyes roam the room and land on mine. Her breathing slows back down to normal and she visually relaxes.
She slowly reaches up and removes her earphones. Since the sound is no longer directed towards her ears, I can hear Joan Jett playing loudly. She pushes the pause on her phone I realize she had in her lap.
"Peter, can you please tell me what is going on? My parents were breaking down and my brothers knew nothing and you weren't here. Why did you leave me in the first place? I mean, you tell me we can't touch or anything for a week and walk out of here with no explanation! Seriously, who does that? You need to tell me what's going on right now Peter."
I look into Wendy's eyes and sigh deeply. "We shared a connection your body wasn't accustomed to. Since you never get very physical with anyone, your bond to your body wasn't stable and it reacted.
"They have a cure they just need to get approval for and then we can fix this. We are coming back next Monday." I say.
Wendy slowly takes a shaky breath and then releases it. She sets her earphones and phone on the nightstand and slowly pulls the covers off the legs. She swings her legs over the edge of the hospital bed and her gown shifts up her legs.
I look to the floor so I don't invade her privacy. I may be a teenage boy with hormones, but my mom taught me right. I wrung my hands on the hem of my shirt and kept my gaze averted. The shuffling of Wendy's feet crept closer until her barefoot feet entered my peripheral vision.
"Peter," Wendy's soft voice said in between hyperventilating, "I-I can still t-touch you right?"
I lifted my gaze to her's and smiled softly. "Of course. Just nothing overly intimate until we get you that cure."
I unlatched my hand from my shirt and took her hand in mine. She gasped and looked at our hands. She slowly adjusted her hand so our fingers intertwined. Her hands were warm and soft. The only times she had let me hold her hands were in crowded places so we didn't lose each other.
She looked back up at me and silent tears started to form in her eyes. I unlocked our hands and pulled her into my chest as she burst into tears. I held her close as the tears fell, as the sobs broke.
After a few minutes, Wendy had calmed and I softly stroked her hair. She smelled like lavender and vanilla. Every time she let me hold her I felt a little more complete. Like she was the part of me that always felt missing.
Wendy shifted against my chest a little and snuggled in closer. I lift her off the ground and wrap my arms around her waist as Wendy gasps and her arms fly around my neck.
I wrap my arms around her tighter and spin her around until I hear her giggling.
"Why do you have to be so cheesy?" Wendy giggles. She threw her head back and laughed. Her laugh was high but rough around the edges, and pure music to my ears.
I spun her even more but I noticed I was starting to get dizzy. I slowed down and put her on the ground. I meant to remove my arms from her waist but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Wendy was still giggling by the time she pulled her head away from my chest. She looked into my eyes and I smiled. They were the same blue they have always been, but I felt myself becoming entranced by their beauty. I love being close to her because I can see the gold flecks in her irises. I let my eyes travel down to her plump lips. They were the perfect shade of pink and just the right size- not too big, not too small. Wendy let her tongue rake over her lips and I grinned. I knew this game she was playing at it was a dangerous one. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against her's.
"We need to stay away from each other and you're making this really hard for me," I all but grumbled. She giggled and it took my breath away. She leaned back and unlatched her arms from my neck.
"Good." She looked down at herself and laughed. "I really need to change out of this hospital gown."
I laughed along with her and dropped my arms from her waist. She turned around and started for her bag of clothes.
She squatted down and unzipped her purple duffel bag.
"It looks like my mom decided to get your clothes too," Wendy giggled.
I walk over and peer inside. There are two ziplock bags, one labeled Wendy, the other labeled Peter. Wendy handed me my bag and grabbed her's.
Wendy stood up and locked eyes with me. She started to blush. She looked so cute I started to laugh.
"Why are you blushing?" I laughed.
"Well...because there, um...there's only one bathroom..."
I laughed even harder. She's a tough person but the shiest when it came to anything uncomfortable.
"I'll go in the bathroom across the hall," I say, "I'll be back if a few, okay?"
Wendy nods her head and slowly turns away, blush still visible on her cheeks
I walk out of the room and look for the bathroom. I see the sign on my left and head in.
Once my clothes have been changed, I head back to Wendy's room. I tentatively open the door and peer in. She laying on her bed in ripped black jeans, a red shirt, and red vans. Her hair is splayed out like a halo and she's looking up at her phone. It looks like she put a little makeup on, but she still looks as breathtaking as ever.
I silently walk over and move my head in front of her phone to get her attention. She giggles and drops her phone to her lap as I brace my arms on either side of her head.
"Have you been ever so lonely without my presence, Wendy?"
She giggles again and I grin down at her laughing form. She reaches a hand up and boops my nose. She literally booped my nose.
Once she stopped laughing, she reached up to move a piece of hair out of my hair and rested her hand on my cheek. It was a simple notion, but I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my lips as I closed my eyes. I leaned into her touch like it could heal my wounds. Like it could calm the raging seas in the pit of my stomach.
She sat up but kept her hand on my cheek. I opened my eyes to see her looking intensely at me with a ferocity that was intoxicating. Her thumb slowly stroked my cheekbone as she studied my face. I tried to hide the fact that I was breaking on the inside, begging to hold her but scared to hurt her.
She dropped her hand and I almost whimpered. But then she opened her arms and I leaned right in, knocking her back onto the mattress. She huffed but started to stroke my head as I laid my head on her stomach.
"Are you okay, Peter?" Her voice was soft but laced with concern.
I looked up at her and gazed into her eyes. The gorgeous blue left me in a daze, lined with eyeliner and dressed with mascara. I never understood the use of makeup, but now I understand it's used to highlight her already stunning features. And all Wendy could ever be is gorgeous.