Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

Lying in this tiny hospital bed, It felt like the world had ended. With the blank coughing and sneezes of someone, I knew something bad had happened. The world hadn't ended but something had happened. 

And eventually, something bad did happen. Minutes ago, I couldn't open my eyes. I was stuck in a dream that seemed more real than it appeared to be. In that dream, I was being held and could not breathe no matter how hard I tried to, Replicating what had happened to me in real life. 

Now, with a little glimpse of the outside as I wrap my head around all that had happened, I still couldn't believe it. At first, it felt like a dream. But then again it wasn't a dream. This time it was real. It was something that had happened days ago. Days ago?

Images of it keep surfacing, threatening to break me. Why do I keep letting people do that! I weep in my not-so-deep sleep. 

Then again I heard someone sigh and sneeze. It was Magritte, even in my sleep I could hear that familiarity without her speaking. I could feel her presence and it felt welcoming. 

"Why are they crying, why is she crying?" Was the one thing I asked myself before forcing myself back to reality.

I quickly opened my eyes to find my dad sitting at the small edge of the bed with tears in his eyes. And Magritte stood a little bit from the bed. 

"They all seemed scared, what had happened? Did something happen at my dad's office". I questioned and made to move but couldn't. My whole body seems stiff and painful. 

"Bless the heavens". Magritte gasped immediately she raised her head and met me awake. It was minutes after I'd woken up. I wanted to notify them but talking felt difficult, so was moving. I just lay there with my eyes up against the ceiling as I prayed they'd realize I was awake sooner as I couldn't tell them myself. 

Immediately Magritte saw me, She and my dad rushed and took me in their arms. Gently pulling me to them. While all I could do was to smile and it was returned and that felt walming. 

My dad's face lit up, so was Magritte's. 

"Oh, my baby". Magritte said softly as she cupped her face in her palms not sure of what to do. She was amazed and indeed happy. Minutes ago they were sad but my waking up changed that and it felt good. They love me and I love them. 

My dad, I wanted to tell him that I was fine and that he shouldn't worry. But my throat hurts and it hurts. My c.h.e.s.t hurt too bad before but now it is cooling down bit by bit. 

"How are you feeling? My love?" I looked up at him "Oh, your hands, they are cold". He mumbled as I formed a little smile on my lips as my dad held my hand. Rubbing his palms against mine. 

"Get the doctor Maggie". Dad had told Magritte and she rushed off. 

*Seconds later, Magritte came running with the doctor. Who asked me to open my mouth. 

He'd said "Aahh". 

After he was done. "She is progressing, she just needs a little bit of time for full recovery". He'd said before walking out with my dad. 

"Uhm, by the way, Steven dropped by. Actually, he'd been here the whole time". Magritte had smiled. `` he's actually into you! I can see it in his eyes. He was worried the whole time". She'd stop and gape at me.``My dear, you must be hungry". She'd said anxiously. I know what she was feeling by the look on her face. She was trying not to cry. But why would she cry? Probably because she overheard what the doctor had said quietly before walking out with dad. I too heard him but I'm all right except for the fact that I can't talk or move on my own.

And the doctor had said that it would take a while for me to get better. He'd said that I was suffering from shock from the whole incident that had happened. He'd also advised me to talk about my feelings instead of compiling them in one place and that also played a part in my state.

I made to move my hand, wanting to comfort her. It did move but not far from where it was before. Magritte, seeing what I wanted to do, helped by reaching from my hand. She then helped me to sit on the bed while she sat on the chair beside the bed.

"Lara, someone is here for you". Dad said as Steven walked in with a flower in hand. Lilly! My favorite. How did he know! I edged on as he walked in. God! I feel so weird. This wasn't how I planned to introduce my first boyfriend, whom I'm so in love with to my dad.! It was supposed to be grand and special.

Shit! God knows what I'd do to him if my state wasn't happening!. He looks so cute and worried. I didn't like the worrying part. But what can I do except to smile like that's all I've got.

"Hey!" He said softly before placing the flower on the little desk in the room. Dad and Magritte stood and excused themselves from the room.

"Hey". He said again before seating beside me and then wrapping his arms around me while I lay quietly on his broad shoulder sinking into his nice scent. He smelled so good that it hurts not being able to touch me. 

Since he walked in I hadn't thought about the incident with Cuba and Clara and that felt good.

"They got apprehended ". He'd said. I know them but I didn't move. I just wanted to lay there and worry about nothing. " Get well babes, so we'd go to the moon and also see the stars". He smiled as he brushed his hand across my face.

I just nodded and that! I moved and that was progress!.