Somebody's Supposed to Fall In Love
Chapter Seventeen: Holding Your Hand So Tight
“I want to die after I fulfill all my aspirations and experience true happiness; Only then will I accept the end of my life.”
Vic smiled at me and hovered the palm of his hand over my forehead. I looked up at him through my lashes and noticed the odd look he was giving me.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Nix?” he asked carefully.
With a smile, I nodded, “I’m positive.”
The actual act of waking is different from the first time. Instead of the meditation-like process, Vic’s hand began to glow and I felt as if I’d jumped off a ten-story building. My eyes shut on their own and all I could see was the white light shining through my lids.
The all too familiar but steady beep of the heart monitor rang through my ears. I couldn’t get myself to open my eyes just yet but I was slowly regaining my senses. I was laying on my back and my arms were straight down under the scratchy and thick sheets. My arm ached and I hardly had the strength to wiggle my toes. I could hear the soft and rhythmic scratch of a dull pencil on paper.
“What if we die at the same time does it still scare you?” I heard someone sing softly.
With my body still waking up, I couldn’t open my eyes like I so desperately wanted to. I needed to see everyone again; I need to apologize. I heard something be slid on the bedside table and the pencil dropped on the floor. My hand was wrapped in a large and soft hand.
“Hey Nix…” Vic whispered. “The nurse came in and changed your IV and stuff while I went to lunch- which was disgusting by the way.”
“I hate seeing you like this, you know..? All these machines and cords hooked up to you… I’d much rather be making you laugh under the shade of the willow.”
There was a long and painful pause until he squeezed my hand.
“Just…give me a sign?- Anything.”
I immediately attempted squeezing his hand back or at least twitching but I couldn’t do anything. I continued to focus all the energy I had into moving my hand for at least five minutes.
Vic laughed quietly, “What the hell did I expect? You’re sleeping…”
The disappointment in his tone was evident and I felt defeated. All I wanted was to comfort him and let him know that I’m fine. He deserved to know.
With one final push, I squeezed his hand as tight as I could and he gasped.
“Phoenix?!”
Pushing even harder, I slowly peeled my eyes open. My lids still felt heavy but the sight of his face gave me more than enough motivation.
“N-Nurse!” He called, whipping his head around and then quickly turning to me and if I’d
disappear. My lips pulled in to a small smile.
“Calm down,” I laughed lightly. The poor guy looked so frazzled and frantic.
“Where’s that damn nurse? What if your heart rate dropped or something bad happened? Is this how long it would take to get some freakin’ help?” he ranted, holding my hand with both of his. Slowly, I tried raising myself up a little so I could sit up.
“Woah woah woah!- Nix, stop moving you just woke up,” Vic chastised urgently, carefully guiding me back into my original position.
“Yes, Dr. Fuentes,” I mumbled.
I couldn’t help but smile, though. Here he was, the guy I wanted nothing more than a hug or a few sweet words from. Messy hair, wrinkled shirt, big brown eyes and all.
Vic smiled at me and hovered the palm of his hand over my forehead. I looked up at him through my lashes and noticed the odd look he was giving me.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Nix?” he asked carefully.
With a smile, I nodded, “I’m positive.”
The actual act of waking is different from the first time. Instead of the meditation-like process, Vic’s hand began to glow and I felt as if I’d jumped off a ten-story building. My eyes shut on their own and all I could see was the white light shining through my lids.
The all too familiar but steady beep of the heart monitor rang through my ears. I couldn’t get myself to open my eyes just yet but I was slowly regaining my senses. I was laying on my back and my arms were straight down under the scratchy and thick sheets. My arm ached and I hardly had the strength to wiggle my toes. I could hear the soft and rhythmic scratch of a dull pencil on paper.
“What if we die at the same time does it still scare you?” I heard someone sing softly.
With my body still waking up, I couldn’t open my eyes like I so desperately wanted to. I needed to see everyone again; I need to apologize. I heard something be slid on the bedside table and the pencil dropped on the floor. My hand was wrapped in a large and soft hand.
“Hey Nix…” Vic whispered. “The nurse came in and changed your IV and stuff while I went to lunch- which was disgusting by the way.”
“I hate seeing you like this, you know..? All these machines and cords hooked up to you… I’d much rather be making you laugh under the shade of the willow.”
There was a long and painful pause until he squeezed my hand.
“Just…give me a sign?- Anything.”
I immediately attempted squeezing his hand back or at least twitching but I couldn’t do anything. I continued to focus all the energy I had into moving my hand for at least five minutes.
Vic laughed quietly, “What the hell did I expect? You’re sleeping…”
The disappointment in his tone was evident and I felt defeated. All I wanted was to comfort him and let him know that I’m fine. He deserved to know.
With one final push, I squeezed his hand as tight as I could and he gasped.
“Phoenix?!”
Pushing even harder, I slowly peeled my eyes open. My lids still felt heavy but the sight of his face gave me more than enough motivation.
“N-Nurse!” He called, whipping his head around and then quickly turning to me and if I’d
disappear. My lips pulled in to a small smile.
“Calm down,” I laughed lightly. The poor guy looked so frazzled and frantic.
“Where’s that damn nurse? What if your heart rate dropped or something bad happened? Is this how long it would take to get some freakin’ help?” he ranted, holding my hand with both of his. Slowly, I tried raising myself up a little so I could sit up.
“Woah woah woah!- Nix, stop moving you just woke up,” Vic chastised urgently, carefully guiding me back into my original position.
“Yes, Dr. Fuentes,” I mumbled.
I couldn’t help but smile, though. Here he was, the guy I wanted nothing more than a hug or a few sweet words from. Messy hair, wrinkled shirt, big brown eyes and all.
Notes
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