Chapter four- Wonderwall
Ellie arrived, took one look at Sasha and pulled her into a tight but quick hug. She looked in shock in the amount of blood on her roommates clothing. And she looked, equally as shocked at the look in Sasha's eyes.
Usually so happy, with a light laughing sparkle to them, they were now devoid of light. Instead they were filled with worry. She was actually trembling a bit.
"Have you heard anything yet?" Ellie asked. She was frightened for her friend.
"No, not yet. The cut was very deep, there was loads of blood." her voice was quivering. She was amazed at how worried she was over someone she had only met two days before. She couldn't shake the picture of those big brown eyes of his, so wide with fear and pain.
Another hour passed in nervous silence. Then Sasha's phone rang again. She jumped at the sound, fumbled the phone out of her pocket and saw that Paige was calling.
"'Ello?" she said into the receiver, her voice weak and shaky sounding.
"Sasha? I'm at the condo now. What happened? Is he alright?" Paige was frantic.
" 'E slipped and cut his arm really badly. We haven't 'eard from the doctors yet." Sasha replied.
Paige was horrified. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute." She said.
"Paige? Can I ask you one gigantic favor?" Sasha asked.
"What is it hun?" asked Paige.
"Could you please grab me a change of clothes? I really don't care what, but I must get out of the ones I'm in." Sasha was practically begging.
"Yeah, alright. I'll get you something." Paige replied. "I'll be there in a bit."
"Thank you so much Paige!" Sasha said. They hung up and she went back to worrying in silence.
When Paige got to the hospital, there was still no word on Marco's condition. She understood why Sasha had needed clothes. She gasped at the state of what she was wearing.
"That's his blood." it wasn't a question, it was a shocked statement. She couldn't believe that all of it had come from Marco. He was so small… She felt light headed. "Um, here are your clothes Sasha." she said as she handed a bag to her.
"Thanks." Sasha said quietly as she took it. She made her way to the bathroom. She locked herself in the handicap stall and then sank down against the wall. She focused on deep breaths. She shook herself little. I've known the boy for two bloody days! Why am I handling this so badly? she asked herself in confusion. She had seen (and inflicted) wounds even more serious than this. Friends she'd know for years had hurt themselves this bad in front of her before, but she'd always handled it better. She had to. So why was Marco being hurt making her have a breakdown?
She managed to relax herself enough that she could stand up and take off her blood-stained clothing. Her whit camisole was mostly red, and her denim shorts had the rust colored stains of drying blood. His blood. For a moment she swayed. She shook her head, clearing her mind long enough to slip into the vintage The Clash t-shirt and black skinny-jeans that Paige had brought her. She shoved her bloody clothes in the bag and left the stall.
Sasha splashed cool water on her face at the sink. She leaned over it, letting the water drip from her face and back into the sink. She blindly groped for the paper towels, pulled a few off and dried her face. She looked in the mirror. Sasha grinned at herself, she looked like shit. Her eyes looked dead and her hair was messy from her nervously running her hand through it. She took one long look, then picked up her bag and returned to the waiting room.
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What felt like an eternity later, a doctor walked toward them. His face revealed nothing. Sasha tensed, Ellie went numb and Paige was terrified.
"Are you three here for Marco Del Rossi?" the doctor asked. They nodded mutely, none of them able to speak. "Well, he lost a lot of blood, so he's receiving a transfusion now. It was touch and go for a while but, he looks like he'll be alright."
The sudden wave of relief knocked Sasha back in her chair. She remembered how to breathe. Ellie thanked God silently. Paige asked the question on everyone's mind:
"Can we see him, please?"
"Well, he's asleep right now, resting, and likely won't be waking up for a bit." the doctor told her.
"Please doctor?" Sasha begged. "It would really put us at ease just to see 'im and know 'e's alright, even if 'e is sleeping." she looked up at the doctor through her bangs with hopeful eyes.
"Alright, but only one at a time." The doctor agreed. "He's in room A110." and with that he walked out of the waiting room.
"So, which of you wants to go first?" Sasha asked the other two.
Paige looked at Ellie. "Do you mind if I go first? I- I just need to make sure he's alright." she pleaded.
"It's fine Paige, no problem." Ellie replied with a warm smile. Paige thanked her profusely and hurried off to Marco's room. Ellie turned her attention back to Sasha. "You saved his life." she stated.
Sasha looked up at her and said " I just used some common sense. It wasn't that amazing."
"I never would have been able to think clearly though, not with someone bleeding all over the floor in front of me like that." she told Sasha. "And because you can, Marco's going to be alright. We owe you."
"Oh no you don't." Sasha replied adamantly. "I did what anyone would 'ave done. I don't want a medal, I'm just glad the poor thing is alright. Seeing 'im is all the thanks I could ever ask for." Ellie read all the meaning she held in this message. Sasha was infatuated with the cute little Italian.
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Paige was gone for an hour. Then Ellie went, and she was gone for another hour. And then it was Sasha's turn.
She walked down the hall to his room. She walked in and sat in the chair next to his bed. Sasha leaned over and kissed his forehead gently. She took his hand in hers and held onto it.
" 'Ey there Marco. It's good to see you're alright love. You 'ad us all quite nervous for a while." Sasha said to him in a soft voice. She watched his face as she spoke, and noted for neither the first time, nor the last that he was so innocent while he slept. His good looks in his waking hours were highlighted in sleep.
"I don't know whether you can 'ear me or not, but I was so worried. I was so scared for you. And at one point I thought-" Sasha's voice broke. She took a deep breath. "I'm just glad to see you're okay." She sat with him in silence for a long while. She held his hand and just sat with him.
She had started to nod off when she heard a little groan. She snapped awake and looked at Marco. His dark brown eyes fluttered open. His head turned toward Sasha and he smiled little.
"Hey." he breathed. He noticed the change in her face, it's sudden softening and the tears of happiness in her eyes.
"'Ey sleepy." she replied in that adorable accent of hers. She smiled softly at him and held his hand a little tighter.
"Sasha, where am…am I in the hospital?" he asked her sleepily.
"Aye, you are." Sasha told him. "'Ow are you feeling?"
"Tired." he laughed lightly. "And by the looks of it, so re you. You look awful."
"Aw gee, thanks." Sasha chuckled n reply.
Then Marco's face became more serious. He lightly pulled his hand away from Sasha and brought it over to his left arm. His fingers lightly brushed the bandages wrapped around his injured limb. He moved the fingers of his left hand experimentally. They felt weak. His attempt to make a fist was limp.
"I can't believe I did that to myself." he said aloud. Then he turned his gaze back to Sash. "I was lucky you were there, or-"
"Yeah, lucky for both of us." she interrupted before he could put the bitter ending on his thought. "I'm really glad you're alright now Marco." she looked him in the eyes, green meeting brown as she said "But swear to me that you'll never do anything that fucking stupid ever again."
"I swear I won't." he told her, string back into her eyes. And then he propped himself up just enough that he could kiss her cheek.
Sasha felt the color rise to her cheeks as he did this. She had an urge to take it further, to kiss him on the lips as he lay in that gurney. To feel their tongues battle for dominance in a passionate kiss. But instead she merely blushed.
"You really did save my life today Sasha." Marco said. " I owe you." and when she tried to object he said " Ah, don't you tell me otherwise, I'm in your debt, that's final." and then he smiled at her.
Sasha grinned back and said "Well, I'm sure Ellie and Paige will want to know you're awake. I'll send one of them in, alright?"
"Yeah, thanks Sasha." Marco replied. He watched her walk out of the door and for the next few minutes until Paige burst in he only thought of one thing:
I made her blush.
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~Alex