I’m cold. It’s the only sensation I feel as I start to come around. I feel chills running through my body. I start to come around more and I feel the weight of blankets upon me. Thats when I recall how I got here. The pain of an opportunity still pains me but I don’t have it in me to think that right now. My body is covered in sweat so much that the sheets are soaked. I try to move but I can’t. My arms are stuck at my side as all my strength is drained. I barely have the strength to open my eyes.
When I adjust to the light in the room, I’m not disappointed at the effort it took for you sit on the edge of the bed next to me. Your eyes are on me with concern. I hate that I have caused you to worry about me. Its a look I have seen too many times in your eyes. “You’re awake” you whisper to me as you take a cloth and wipe my brow. I want to say something but its to much effort to even speak.
You clear the sweat from my face with such a delicate touch. “I sent for the doctor, don’t try and move.” I try to smile to put your at ease but I’m not sure I achieved it, but you do lean down and kiss my forehead. The feel of your soft lips against my forehead feels good as they are cool against my hot skin. “Your fever is starting to break. You had me scared! You were dreaming and the things you said… I’m so sorry.”
Your words concern me in so many way’s. How sick am I that a doctor has been called. What was I dreaming and what is it that you overheard me say that would make you sorry. I wish I could remember something, anything. But the last thing I remember was you standing before me naked and me collapsing into your arms.
A tear begins to fall from your eye. Seeing a tear roll down your cheek for me is more than I can bare. I wrestle all the strength in my and I lift my hand to your face and wipe away your tear with my thumb. Your hands hold my hand in place upon your cheek. You hold my hand so tight. I want to hold you so badly but my hand quivers with fatigue and you take my hand in yours and bring it to your lips to kiss the palm of my hand. All the nerves in my hand become aware of the sensation and gentle kiss helps to cut through my pain.
A knock on the door makes you turn your head and then you lay my arm down by my side. You stand up and walk out of the room. You’re no longer wearing your gown but you are dressed in a crimson red sweatshirt and tight black pants. Your ass sways with each step as you hurry from the room. I wish the room was longer because just as I enjoy the view, you are out of sight. You changed your clothes. The thought makes me wonder how long I was asleep.
You escort the doctor into the room and step back from the bed as he approaches my side. He greets me but poses most of his questions to you. I’m grateful for it as I struggle to focus on what he asks. I look to you across the room and you are wringing your hands with concern. I smile hoping it will comfort you a little bit. “I’m not that bad doctor, I’m sure I’m fine.”
With that he starts his examination. He takes my temperature and when he looks, his face is strained. He stands up and grabs the edge of the covers. I lift my arms with all the strength that I have as he exposes my sweat drenched body. I still watch you as watch the doctor every move. The doctor gives me no privacy as he removes the covers and now I am fully exposed to the both of you. Normally I would be self conscious but my thought right now is I wish you were looking at me in a different way.
The doctor looks at the blood soaked bandages that you have wrapped me in. Some of the blood looks fresh. I fear I have ruined your sheets. He takes a hold of a corner of the bandages and starts to pull at them. The pain I felt once before having them removed returns as it pulls at my flesh. I bite my lip as my eyes roll back in my head. My hands grab ahold of the sheets as I close them in tight fists. I fight hard but a cry escapes my lips as he finally gives it one quick pull. The fresh air upon my wounds sting.
The doctor turns to you and asks for warm water and towels. You hurry off still wringing your hands and tears in your eyes. The doctor rummages through his bag and I hide my eyes with my arm as the pain brings tears of my own. A moment later you return with a basin of water. The doctor takes a cloth and soaks it in the water. He takes it and dabs at the wounds on my side. He isn’t gentle as he scrubs at the gashes.
I can barely take the pain and feel myself grow faint. You must have seen me go white because you are quick to come to my side and grab my hand. You hold it tightly in yours giving me permission to squeeze back through the pain. I look up at you and your free hand runs through the hair on top of my head. I look through the tears as you are looking down on me. You smile warmly to comfort me but I can see the worry in your eyes.
Finally the pain is too much and I grab the hand of the doctor as he is still cleaning the wounds. “Stop! Please stop. I can’t take the pain.” You look over to the doctor before reaching over and grabbing my wrist to pull my hand away. I try to fight you but my strength is not there. You take my arms and place them above my head and you press your weight down on my wrists to keep them pinned. I look at you with pain in my eyes begging for it to stop. I can see it hurting you to restrain me as the tears are flowing unceasingly from your eyes. “Please stop…”
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