Some Things Are Worth Waiting For

            It was just harmless fun. But harmless fun sometimes turns into more pain than is possibly imaginable. Of course he didn’t mean to fall off the roof, but he did, and that’s what bothered me. After all, I was the one who told him to meet me up there. So I waited.

            Twenty-four hours now. Nothing to listen to but the faint beeping of the heart monitor that had at first annoyed me. Now it seemed to be the only thing keeping me from breaking down. At least I knew he was alive, even if he couldn’t hear me.

            I slept in the chair by his bedside, none of the nurses having the guts to force me to leave. My parents didn’t even try to move me. It wasn’t that they didn’t care; it was that they knew trying to unglue me from that chair would only aggravate me. The nurses brought me food, and I only moved when I had to use the bathroom. I was almost afraid to go to sleep, just in case something happened.

            Sometime after the two-day mark, it started to rain. At that point I had lost track of time, and drifted off to sleep as the sun was hidden behind the clouds and raindrops rolled against the window.

            I must have been out for a while, because when I woke up, there was a thin blanket gently placed over me, probably brought in by a nurse. They seemed so nice, I thought, before pulling my feet up and falling back into a deep slumber.

            Hours must have passed until I woke up the second time, and the sun had come out again, more golden than usual. It was either early morning or sunset. Brighter than all of them were the two blue eyes that were staring back at me from the bed.

            I sat upright, not truly believing what I was seeing. “Kevin?”

            “I think so,” he said quietly, running a hand through his red hair. “What day is it?”

            “Hell if I know,” I said, still staring at him.

            He blinked a couple of times and stared at me, seeming to take everything in all at once. “You look like crap.”

            “Thanks. Every girl loves to hear that.”

            “I didn’t mean…”

            “I know what you meant. Are you okay?” I asked, feeling relieved and more than a little guilty.

            “If you call being hooked up to tubes and wires after falling off a roof okay, I’m pretty good,” he said, flashing me a smile.

            I looked at the ground. “Sorry about that.”

            “It’s not your fault.”

            “I’m the one who told you to go up there.”

            “Yeah, but…”

            “No buts.”

            He remained silent for a while. “How long have you been here?”

            “Since you have. They let me ride in the ambulance and everything.”

            “Why?”

            “I don’t know. Maybe they just took pity on me because I’m a girl.”

            “No, I mean, why did you stay here?”

            “Why would I leave?”

            That shut him up for a while. He always did that; asked questions that he already knew the answer to.

            “Come here,” he said, moving over on the small hospital bed. I complied, and sat on the edge.

            “God, you have a lot of hair,” he said, trying to tame the dark tangles that fell almost waist length.

            “I like it,” I argued.

            “Well so do I, but after all that time without a shower, it’s worse than normal,” he smiled, tucking part of it behind my ear.

            “How can you be so happy?” I asked. “You almost died.”

            “Yeah. Almost.”

            “Kevin…”

            “Izzy. I’m obviously living for a reason.”

            “And what do you think that reasons is?” I questioned.

            “I have my ideas.”

            “Like?”

            “You’re so dense,” he said, still with that insanely happy smile on his face.

            “Excuse me?” I asked, raising one eyebrow, daring him to repeat it.

            He lifted up a hand and placed it under my chin, lifting it closer to his. “You’re. So. Dense,” he repeated, slowly leaning in.

            I had no idea what was happening until his lips met mine. It kind of scared me at first, but my arms seemed to find their own way around his neck.

            He broke away first, which was admittedly too soon for me, and rested his forehead against mine. “Understand now?”

            I nodded, not being able to get out anything.

            “Good,” he said before kissing my nose and lying down. “How long do you think it’ll be before anybody notices I’m up?” he asked sweetly. “I’d really like to get out of here.”

            I rolled my eyes and lay down next to him. “Some things you just have to wait for.”

Author's Note

Wrote this out of a little idea i had.

Reviews

[C.C. Marx]

sweet and well written at the same time