A Diffrent Life 13!!

White. Was all I saw except for some machines around. It took a minute for my vision to clear up. But I finally figured out I was in hospital. I tried to sit up. But the pain in my abdomen excruciating. I fell down on the bed in defeat. My head was pounding.

You might think that I may have forgotten what happened and what the reason was why I was here, but no not at all. Trust me when you get the crap beaten out of you, you remember it. At least I did. But I do wonder who came with help to bring me hear?
Soon a lady in white dress comes in with a chart. I try and smile, she looks at me and tries to throw me a lop-sided smile. As she walks closer I see tears in her eyes. "How are y-you doing-g-g sweetie"?
She has a very sweet voice. She looks like she is about thirty six or seven. Seeing the tears in her eyes makes tears swell up in my own. "I’m doing fine" I choke as I watch tears flow from her eyes. Knowing tears are coming from my own.
She tries to smile again. "Do you n-need anything"?
I shake my head no.

She walks closer to the hospital bed I’m laying on. "Do you mind giving me a hug."
To answer her I lift my arms hold them open. I don’t think I can do it for too long because they start wobbling. I feel really weak.
She leans down and hugs me tightly. I make a noise in pain. She lets go quickly. Wiping her tears she smiles and says. "You are so brave darling. You went through a lot."
I smile then stop smiling "Who told you" I ask knowing I didn’t.
"Oh a young man about your age told me when I asked. I asked him when he came rushing in with the ambulance crew. He seemed so frightened. He was crying harder than me and you put together.".
Who? I ask her and she says that she didn’t get his name but that he was waiting in the waiting area he had been all night. She offered to bring him in and left. I looked at the clock on the nightstand right next to me, it said 2:00 am. Wow.

I hear a tap on the door and look over to see, James. Who looked tired but relieved. I could see the tear tracks left by the earlier tears on his face. He waved. I smiled back.
The nurse smiled at us both and left.
"So how do you feel"?
"So , so. Except for the broken ribs, broken middle finger, cut up face, not to mention the bruised and sore body. Yeah, besides all that I think I’m doing pretty good." I smiled.
James on the other hand didn’t smile. "I’m sorry".
"Why, you didn’t do anything."
"That’s the point, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t tell anyone, I didn’t tell the police, I didn’t get help."
"James stop, you did do something, you listened. Besides I didn’t want you to tell".
"Oh yeah great look where that got you, I should have done more".
"It got me a wonderful friend. Now listen you can’t blame yourself I am the only one to blame. I could have told but I didn’t." I motioned him to come over. He came and stood beside my bed.

"James?"
"Yeah"?
"How did you know I was here."?
He stiffened. "I was coming to see what was taking you so long, when I saw police cars just pulling into the driveway. I ran up to one and asked what was going on. When he told me that a neighbor had called them because they heard screaming. Right after that I heard a scream. So I ran toward the house with the other cops and I saw you on the floor bleeding and bruised….."He stopped and turned away.
I took his hand and saw he was about to cry.
I smiled and he did a tiny one that disappeared as fast as it had appeared. Then I had an urge to do something. Something that for some reason seemed weird.
I started to sit up which is VERY PAINFULL with broken ribs. He tried to stop me but I ignored him.

Once I was all the way up I moved so quickly I wouldn’t have seen it coming. I pulled him down and kissed him. It was meant to be a soft kiss but I guess my lips were thinking something different. It didn’t last but a couple of second because of the pain but it was worth it.
I lay back down and looked down at my hands embarrassed. I looked up to see him smiling. This made me feel better. He took my hand and squeezed it.
"Where are the others?"
"Oh they went home around an hour ago"
"Oh" I nodded.
"I was supposed to give you a message."
"Oh, what is it"
"When you get fully healed your dead."
"Huh?"

"That’s from Christa…she was pretty PO’ed that she didn’t know"
"Oh" I said again which I seemed to keep saying. "I deserve that much I guess" I laughed.
"Hey James…why did Janice come with us to the movies"
"Oh, that well she was invited by Devin"
"What, thought he liked Christa, I mean they were always together"
"Well it turns out that he was trying to convince her to talk to Janice for him."
‘Really? Wow." I said.
Why did he need Christa to talk to Janice for him? I mean as good as he looked if he did it himself she would have said yes immediately.

"I know exactly what you’re thinking" James laughed, "It turns out that Lover Boy has low self esteem issues and zero confidence when it comes to girls.".
"Oh that explains it PERFECTLY" I said . And we both laughed together.
"You have no I idea how you looked" James mumbled.
I was silent. What could I say? No matter how much I tried to lighten the situation it kept coming back down to block one…..the fact that I had almost been beaten to death. But once again, trying to be strong and not start crying because of what had happened earlier, I tried to joke "But I think I have the perfect idea how I feel." I laughed lightly, putting an emphasis on the word perfect.
Okay it was a lame joke but whatever, I tried. Just then James looked like he was about to explode.
"James what-"

"WHY! WHY ASIA, WHY!"
I jumped James doesn’t yell too often he is more of the laid back kind hearted guy. So if he yelled he must be crazy happy or he must be crazy mad. I don’t think that he is leaning towards the happy side either (if you know what I mean).
"Why what?"
He lowered his voice, "Why can’t you stop trying to make light of the situation. Stop trying to be strong. Even the strongest person in the world has feelings. Why can’t you express yours, You are laying in a hospital bed, with all these broken body parts and all you can do is crack a joke. When are you going to get it in your head YOU ALMOST DIED" He yelled the last part.
"I-I don’t…. I don’t want you to feel bad. You feel bad enough for something that was out of your control and I thought if I did start c-c-Crying like I really want to, it would make you cry and you would feel even worse. "I was choking even while I was talking.

He walked over to the bed and said "Don’t worry about me, worry about you". "Forget how I feel, Focus on how you feel. You know we learned in health that it’s not good to keep feelings bottled up, it can tear a person up inside."

He took my hand and smiled "It’s okay not to be strong all the time". After he said those words, out came the waterworks.
After about 10 to 15 minutes of crying I did feel a tad bit better.
I looked over at James who was looking dead at me. I saw a mirror over on the table beside him so I asked him for it.
When he handed it to me I felt my mouth drop open. My face was all cut up and I had a bruise on my fore head. Mostly my face was cut up all over, making it look like a cat decided to draw on my face with its nails.
"Ugh, I look like worse than Chuckie (the evil doll Chuckie)"
James beside me mumbled something. I couldn’t make out what it was so I asked.
"I didn’t say anything" he answered.
"Yeah you did what was it" I smiled.

"Nothing"
"James…".
He got directly in front of me and asked "Do you really want to know"?
"Duh" I laughed.
Then he got super close and kissed me. Nice and sweet. Honestly I kind of hoped that he would.
He pulled away and smiled then said "I was saying th-"
I pulled him back towards me and kissed him. Both hands on the sides of his face I kissed him harder. He kissed back. We parted and I asked trying to pull air into my mouth. "So what were you saying?"

"I said that your (he starts mumbling).
"What I didn’t hear the last part?" I asked him
"I said that you look beautiful" He looks away embarrassed.
I laugh at him not because of what he said, because that was so sweet . Only a sweet guy would tell you, you looked beautiful when you KNOW you looked like crap. AND trust me I KNOW I look like crap.
No I was laughing at him because he had this look a little eight year old boy would have when his mother caught him getting a cookie from the cookie jar before dinner. It was too funny.
My laugh was interrupted by……James lips. Trust me the kiss was well worth all the pain my broken ribs were in.