Fragile (Cameo)
Apr 18, 2014 18:09:57 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Apr 18, 2014 18:09:57 GMT -5
MATTHEW DUNHAM
Five days in this room and I’ve got ants in my pants big time. I’ve overly eager to leave this place because I feel like I’ll be fine. There’s no more fluid in my chest so they pull that aweful plastic tube from my side, do more x-rays and checks until I finally get the go ahead to roam around.
I dart up like a caged lion, who simply wants out and regret it instantly because my vision blacks out and almost sends me spiralling to the ground. At the last moment I flop back down on my bed and lay there for a minute or two before I decide to take it a little slower.
I need to see the wee one though. That girl had me so concerned for the whole time I was here even though I was assure that she’s getting better and out of danger. I need to see it for myself and I want to be close to her if that makes any sense. It’s probably because I’ve abandoned her as her trainer and promised to stay her friend but didn’t act on it. I never even stopped by to say hello because I was too busy at the academy and spending time with Ky.
A few minutes later I find a nice white t-shirt and track pants that my father brought me yesterday when he came to see me for the fourth time. It’s a bit of a struggle to get them one but then I’m on my way to her. The nurses point me the right way and ask whether I need assistance but I decline.
Maybe I should have accepted because my steps feel strangly weak.
Then I knock on her door and don’t wait for an answer but simply let myself in.
She’s in one of the beds near the door but she looks so small and lost that I barely recognise her pale face.
I approach her with as warm of a smile as I can manage because I feel she needs it. As I look at her I get overwhelmed by the urge to hug her and tell her how glad I am that she’s alive.
What can I say I’m impulsive! Without warning I lean down to hug her and whisper.
“Gala. I’m so glad you’re alive.” I even go as far and placing my hand on her arm and caressing it for a brief moment before I have to find a seat.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier. I couldn’t.” Why does my voice sound so shaky?