Chapter 12

POV: Jeanette

It might be a good idea to refresh your memory of the previous events, by reading the last chapter again, if you have waited some time to read this chapter. Otherwise, Continue.

I woke up to the shrill sound of my alarm, signifying the beginning of my day. I got up, drowsily, and walked towards the I had finished washing and brushing my teeth, I made my way to the kitchen to get breakfast. I picked up a bowl of cornflakes which was sitting next to the stove. Evidently Eleanor had been busy.

I had started eating, when I was suddenly interrupted by Miss Miller.

"You'll never guess what has happened!" Miss Miller said in a worried tone. Presently, Brittany and Eleanor entered the room.

"What is it?" Brittany asked. I felt like the news weren't good.

"There's been a burglary!" Miss Miller exclaimed, "At the Seville's." Eleanor and I gasped.

"Oh no, was anyone hurt?" I asked, shuddering at the thought that had appeared in my mind.

"Simon is in hospital, but Dave says his condition isn't too bad." My heart stopped. I almost jumped out of my seat.

"Simon? Oh no!" I turned to Miss Miller, "Can I go see him?" Miss Miller looked at me, and smiled comfortingly.

"Simon will be fine, and he'll still be there in the afternoon." She said softly, "I'll take you to the hospital after school." I felt like screaming, but it would be no use. I just wanted to see Simon, and comfort him in his time of need. Miss Miller's face told me that there was no use pleading with her, so I reluctantly resumed eating my breakfast.

I walked to school as fast as I could. It made no difference, but speeding made it feel as though I was moving through my day faster. Of course, this was little consolation. I wasn't going to be able to concentrate in school. There was no point in going there, I just kept picturing Simon in pain. It was unbearable.

I arrived at school, and remained silent for most of the day. I winced when Simon's name was called on the role, with no reply. It was unfair, I should have been allowed to see Simon as soon as I had heard of his misfortune.

I watched the clock on the wall move from minute to minute, trying to speed it up with my willpower, to no avail. It was times like this, when I wished I had a friend to whom I could complain about my misery. That freind was usually Simon, but now I didn't even have him.

I paced up and down the schoolyard after I had eaten my lunch at relativistic speeds. Today was the longest day I had ever experienced.

I almost didn't believe my ears when I heard the school bell ring, but I was out the door like a lightning bolt. I almost ran down my street, turning at the entrance to my house. I placed my schoolbag on the floor in my room before proceeding to find Miss Miller.

"Miss Miller?" I queried the house, which promptly replied.

"Kitchen, dear." I followed her voice, "You're home early, Jeanette."

"Don't you remember?" I was slightly offended, "You promised you would take me to the hospital after school."

"I remember, and I'll take you, in a minute." She placed the last plate in its drawer, before taking me outside to the car. We got in, and Miss Miller started the engine. We drove onto the road and started on the journey to the hospital.

When we arrived, I exited the car and walked to the entrance. When I approached the woman who was sitting at a desk in the lobby, she greeted me cheerfully.

"Good afternoon, madam," She looked up from her computer, "How may I help you?"

"I've come to see Simon Seville, could you direct me to his room?" The woman pressed some buttons on her keyboard before pointing to my left.

"Down the hall, turn left, and you'll find room number eleven." I thanked her, and followed her directions. Before long, I had found Simon's room.

I opened the door, and looked around. I saw a familiar figure, lying on a bed in a corner of the small, square room. Simon had his eyes closed, so I walked in quietly. Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that he was sleeping, so I sat down in a chair beside the bed, which made a loud creak. Simon started and opened his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, apologetically, "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Jeanette?" Simon's eyes blinked and focused. "Boy, I'm glad to see you. The nurses don't compare to a familiar face." He continued, "I've been bored out of my brain here, since I was brought here unconsciously and couldn't bring my Rubik's cube."

"Oh no, what happened?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"Well, I was trying to sleep, when I heard noises coming from the room adjacent to mine." Simon explained, "When I checked what was happening, I found some men moving our old TV, which turned out to be a cathode ray tube one, in fact. I grabbed a baseball bat and knocked one unconscious, but the other knocked me to the ground and dropped the TV on my leg." He paused and looked around the room, "The next thing I knew, I was in this room with six stitches in my leg."

"Oh, that's terrible." I moved my chair closer to the bed.

"Apparently," He went on, "Dave heard the TV and I hit the ground, and called the police, and the culprits were brought to justice."

"Did they return the stolen property?" I asked, hoping that Simon's family hadn't suffered any losses.

"Well, apart from our old TV, most of which was deposited in my leg, nothing was damaged or stolen." He was being extremely brave, I would have gone into shock if something like that had happened to me.

"So what did you do today?" Simon asked me.

"I mainly waited to come here, since Miss Miller made me go to school." I replied, "I couldn't concentrate, though. It was pointless."

"Well, I'm glad you came, anyway." Simon smiled.

"So, what did the doctors say?" I asked, "Are you going to have to stay here?"

"I need to stay here for a few more days yet, and after that I won't be able to walk much on my leg." Simon reiterated, "Apart from some glass and plastic wounds, I'm fine."

"I hate those evil people, who think they can just march into a house and take people's things." I pouted, "It's not fair on the innocent people who have to stop them. You didn't deserve what happened to you." I crossed my arms.

"I shouldn't have tried to knock those people out." Simon interjected, "I should have just called the police." I was surprised.

"Even so, you were brave enough to take on two big burly men-"

"And lost." he finished, "It was stupid of me."

"Stop acting like it's your fault, when the burglars are the ones in the wrong." Simon submitted, and looked at the various gaps in the paint on the walls.

"I'm so bored here, I might actually repaint that." Simon changed the subject.

"You should just rest, or read something." I brought a book from the twilight saga to Simon's attention, "How about this?"

Simon raised an eyebrow, "I'll pass."

An idea popped into my head, "Simon, I'll be right back." I walked out of the room, and down the corridor, to the lobby.

"Oh, madam," The woman addressed me, "Your mother told me to tell you that you should call her on her when you want to go home." I nodded and thanked her before pulling out my cell phone and calling home.

"Hello? Miss Miller, when you come to get me, could you please bring my Rubik's cube with you?" Miss Miller sounded slightly confused.

"Why do you need that?" She asked.

"For Simon, he's really bored here." I replied, "Thanks, Miss miller."

"Okay, sweetie, I'll bring it." I said goodbye, and returned to Simon's room.

I sat down next to Simon on the bead, "Miss Miller will be bringing you my Rubik's cube when she picks me up, so you won't be so bored." Simon smiled from ear to ear.

"Thanks, Jean." He replied, "You're the nicest person I've ever met, you know that?" I smiled and blushed.

We sat next to each other for some time, Simon wrapped his arm around my shoulder. We listened to the people who walked past the door, trying to figure out what their occupations were, according to what they were saying. The minutes blended together, and before long, we were both sound asleep.

Well, I hope this chapter has lived up to your expectations, and that your expectations were high. Please review, and tell me your thoughts on my story.

Also, I am intrigued by the pattern in the number of visitors to my story. The first chapters are as expected; the number of visitors drops steadily, but then suddenly there are more visits on later chapters. Does this mean people are skipping ahead? It seems odd that someone who didn't read chapter 4 would read chapter 5.

Anyway, I hope you review this chapter, honestly.