I sat in the room where Benny still layed motionless in his bed. I couldn't look at his face. His eyes were still wide open. His heartbeat was still silent. I was growing so painfully hysterical. I kept nudging his body and talking to him, expecting a response. Instead, I got not even a breath to symbolize that he was alive. His grandma had shocked him three times, and still hadn't gotten any response. She was waiting until an hour was over so she could try again. Too much electicity stored in his body would completely ruin any chance of life there might have been. I don't know what I would do if he was truly dead. As I wiped the overflowing tears off of my face once more, I thought I heard shuffling. An eyelid fluttered, then opened. The other followed suit. My heart skipped a beat. I heard him inhale so, so, deeply. He was drinking in his surroundings. He didn't speak, and I feared he might have suffered a little bit of brain damage. He then spoke, sleepiness on his voice. I almost passed out.
"Was I any trouble?" His innocent, adorable voice was the sweetest song I'd ever let ring through my ears. I jumped up and hugged him so tightly, before remembering his bruises and cuts. I released and called his grandma in. The look on her face was one that was so relieved there couldn't possibly have been an appropraite adjective to describe it. I was jubilant. I couldn't even explain how wonderful it was to see his beautiful green eyes open and hear his clear, sweet voice. If not for his grandma's presence, I would have kissed him so passionately.
"Benny! I'm so glad you're okay! You scared me almost to death, and I'm old, I don't need that! I'm already there!" She hugged Benny tightly and kissed him on the cheek.
"What happened?"
"You were dead for about two hours. I can't even tell you how glad I am that you're alive. I don't know what I would've done without you..." I said. He was so surprised. I would have been, too. He was just told that he was dead for two hours. His grandma left to get him something to eat. I took the time to kiss him with all my passion and love. He seemed to enjoy the contact, the warmth of my lips. I pulled away to speak.
"I was so scared that you weren't going to wake up..if you hadn't woken up..I don't even want to think about it. I love you so much, Benny. I'm so sorry that man yelled at you and slapped you and kicked you, and I didn't do anything to stop him-" I was silence as one of Benny's skinny fingers was placed on my lips. He whispered.
"Shush. Now is not the time to dwell on that. I'll come over later, okay? We can talk then." I nodded as his grandma came back in holding a tray of chicken noddle soup and a sandwhich. She left me to talk with Benny. I fed him his soup, but it was steaming and rather hot, so before every bite, I made sure to blow on it so Benny didn't burn his mouth. He blushed when he had finished it.
"Soup has never tasted so good as when you blew on it and fed it to me." I blushed, now. I leaned forward and kissed him. His lips tasted salty, because of the soup. I smiled when the kiss ended. I was so happy that I was with him right now, and I would never take any time spent with him for granted again. I made a vow not to let anyone ever hurt him again.
It was a short chapter, but I wanted to make sure none of you died of suspense when you found out that Benny might've been gone for good. ^_^ Thank you for all the wonderful feedback I've been receiving. Much love, saphirearella 3