Iv’s and Memories

This is currently unfinished. I am posting it so I can get someone to help me out with it. Read if you want, but I will send the requests once its complete. :)

            The sounds that came from the heart monitoring machines of these hospitals always bothered me. They just beeped and beeped and beeped and the anticipation that this continuous beeping may or may not stop is what drove me crazier every second. I never liked hospitals. I hated them. They are always filled with the blackness of death awaiting around every corner, the food was bland and tasteless as if that was the message to these peoples futures, and it just smelled weird. I don't know, I guess since my mother died in these very halls, I have just been thrown out of whack about the place.

            But I am not here for me. I am here for someone else. I don't know how this happened at all. I mean, yeah, I was there when it happened, but my head is still in shock and doesn't believe what happened at all. Her hands are cold and lifeless, and I can feel this as I hold her fragile ones with mine that burn up with nerves. I've been holding her hand every since I found out she was here and I haven't left since. Yes, it has only been a couple of hours since I have arrived, but in hospitals like these, those hours felt like weeks, months even.

            "Wake up, Summer?" My tone was sort of questioning whether she would wake up or stay asleep. She didn't budge and I continued to sit there, staring at her as I have been since I sat down. Her blond-brown hair was French-braided down the back of her head, streaks of the blue dye peaking out every twist and turn of her locks from where she dyed them. I remember the day she came up to me and told me she wanted blue hair. I was very surprised because she had never dyed her hair before then and it was very random of her to want to do it now. I helped her anyways because I can remember the glint of happiness I have never seen before then peek through her hazel eyes when she asked me to help her out. So, I bought the dye myself and I dyed her hair blue. I remember laughing through most of it and asking her why she wanted to do this so much. She told me that it was her way of changing herself. She told me she didn't like who she was and I understood that completely. I could tell that she was getting better that day by how happy she seemed. She didn't seem sad.

            My face grew hot and heavy as I thought about that day. The last day I remember her smiling. A single tear streamed down my cheek and I quickly whipped it away remembering our promise months ago.

           

            "Promise me something?" I remember her saying to me. There was a movie playing as background noise, but I don't remember what the movie was or what it was about because we weren't watching it. I remember we were both laid on the couch. I was cuddled up behind her, my arms wrapped tightly about her chest and shoulders as I didn't want to let her go. I was wearing shorts and I can remember how she squirmed as my leg hair brushed up against her legs of shaven smoothness, her not used to the rough touch. I just pulled her closer to me as she squirmed away and told her she wasn't going anywhere before I planted a soft kiss upon her cheek.

            "Promise you what?" I didn't really know what she meant. She turned her tiny, fragile body around to face me at my response. I left my rugged arms about her chest and shoulders and smiled down at her before kissing her forehead. She let out a heavy breath of comfort and her eyes closed as she gripped my shirt with her fingers as if to hold me close.

            "Do you love me?" She asked me. I gave her my look of seriousness.

            "Now, you know I love you, babe. I love you so much. Why would you ask me that?"

            "I just wanted to make sure."

            "What is there to make sure of?"

            "I love you too." I remember her hands managed to find their way out of my tight hold and around my neck which only made my face that much closer to hers, our noses brushed lightly against each other. I couldn't help but smile because because it tickled my skin. Our lips met and we laid there in silence for a while with only the sound of the television playing in the background as we kissed. Just like it started it was over and she was staring up at me, silence filling the room before she decided to speak up.

            "I want you to promise me that if anything were to happen to me that you won't cry. Don't. I wouldn't want that." I guess one could say I was a tad confused as to what she meant.

            "You talk as if-" She managed to cut me off before I could finish.

            "Just promise me."

            "Summer, you know I don't like making promises. Not since my mother passed." She went silent for a minute or two as her gaze moved down to my chest and then suddenly, the room became too quiet and I felt obligated to some form of words to fill this horrid nothingness. Yes, I never like to keep promises, but I had a good reasons for doing so, at least I did in my mind. Promises were made to be kept. You can never undo them really because once they re said, they are remembered and can be used against you and, I have yet to figure out why I said what I did next when I did. Thinking back to this day, I wish I had ended the conversation then and there, but you can't take away your past mistakes.

            "I promise. Will you promise me that nothing will happen to you. I won't be able to take it if I lose my reason for living." I said next. The movie was ending and since the room was too dark to see, Summer got up from my arms turned the lights on, turning my sight almost white from shock. When I regained my sight, all that was my view was Summer, one of my baggy tee shirts about her body and the scarred legs she hid from the world.

 

            Summer was still in front of me. Only now that I looked more closely, she wasn't wearing my tee shirt at all but a hospital gown and pale skin. As I sat there, I tried to think of what my last words would be if I ever got the chance. I wouldn't even know where to start, really, and the words would be very clichéd which I know she hates the most, clichéd words.

            "Umm," I started to say, but stopped when the throat managed to close up with sadness and my mind went blank as I tried to think of something to say to fill in the empty silence. Though, in the midst of this empty silence, I heard the tapping of footsteps graduate louder and louder from behind me and i knew someone was coming into the room so I stood up , turned to face whoever was walking in, and took a step back to give them room. A lady walked in wearing a nurses uniform and all white shoes.

            "How are you doing, hun?" She asked me as she walked right on over to summer.

            "I'm fine." Nice lie.

            "The cafeteria down on the first floor just put out dinner if you wanted to go grab some grub. I think there is some meatloaf and pizza down there. Mixed Veggies." She continued to do her thing with Summer's IV bags as she talked to me in small talk terms.

            "I'm-I'm not hungry right now." I sort of stuttered through my words as I tried to answer her, managing to muster the first thing that came to my mind. To be honest, I wasn't really listening to the woman.

            "I don't think you have eaten since you got here, hun. Why don't I go get you something to eat myself. I need a break from this place anyways." I knew exactly what she was talking about. This place tend to drown you with emotions and I could feel that I was drowning myself. I found it was hard for me to just sit there and breathe, and that way very ironic considering I am not really underwater. I am just sitting here, starring.

            "Thanks," was all I managed to reply with, and I then heard her walk out the room, the tapping of her white shoes hitting the hard floor that followed.