Before entering the hospital, I was expecting to see white, heartless walls, crowded rooms full of people sneezing, coughing and tossing in pain.
But once I walk in, instead of seeing sad faces and breathing air contaminated with germs, I saw multicoloured walls, employees with honest smiles (as if they were genuinely glad with their jobs) and healthy trees regenerating the environment around.
Moving towards the 'Chambre n.º 193', I checked the hall twice "Clear!" and picked up my Blackberry, checking my E-mails, before opening the door.
Eternal Eden's Garden:
1 message from xPaNick_94 to oEl:r
- Jo's updates: *Pregnant; *Cutting herself; * Stabbed herself and her unborn baby; *Consuming morphine
Putting together these small pieces and creating a whole picture in my head while opening the door, I find myself staring at a teenage girl holding David's hand.
I only took a step towards David's bed, before stopping instantly causing the curl up of my dress.
She was so similar to Jo (at least in one of the pictures Nick sent me), same shimmering darkened green eyes, straight long tousled black hair and pale white skin.
Although, there was some eerie aura that didn't fit there.
Jo's forearms were cut, which gave a vivid blood-red colour to her skin, her right fist was filled with tiny mirrored glass that glittered with her presence and there were pieces of her bones between the phalanges where the wound was so deep that blood was no longer able to irrigate the tissues of her skin. A pair of scissors were still stuck inside her being, making her face writhe in agony.
When I finally averted my gaze from Jo, and focused it on David, I instinctively lifted my hand and covered my mouth to mute a scream of horror.
David was wrapped in some type of glowing exuviae that appeared to be preparing him for the 'Other life'. And unconsciously, my lips shaped the word "Why?"
Meanwhile Jo raised her hand and put something inside her mouth, saying "I like, not to feel--". It was morphine.
I didn't notice that I was holding my breath, so I breathed deeply and closed my eyes shut simultaneously. I just wanted my brain to quit playing tricks on me!
When I opened them again, instead of Jo holding David's hand, it was his younger sister.
"You're cute today," her childish voice broke through my shell "fank you for keeping an eye on my brother."
I just got what the little kid was saying, a few moments later, "There's nothing to thank for," I winked. "That's what friends are for."
She smirked, "Friends...", and left the word to take its own path, making me read between the lines.
The little girl got up onto her feet and shook my hand. "Enchanted to meet you, I'm Molly."
I replied "An honour to meet you too and I'm Eleana, you can call me El--"
"Eleana you say, once I knew you by another name," Molly released my hand and literally danced towards the door. "Eliot, am I right?" she asked as she opened the door and disappeared.
Oh my, I thought.
I didn't have time to drop my bags, because I immediately heard a knock on the door, and froze right away.
I held my breath again, when I felt the adrenalin rushing into my veins. I hate feeling threatened by the unknown.
The door opened a little, and a shade lurked by the crack. It was his mother, Anabelle.
She entered the room, whistling and carrying a loaded cage with a bunny inside. Anabelle didn't notice that I was there, so when she glanced up and focused her gaze on me, she squeaked and dropped the cage, making the bunny move from peacefully sleeping to frightened.
"Ohh God, I apologize. I didn't notice you were here!" She knelt down and started to grab her things.
"No need to apologize, I was the one acting like a statue." I said, helping Anabelle with the bunny on the floor.
"Oh, you must be the girl that he met a couple of days after his birthday."
I just nodded, recalling the scene from a few days ago.
"How were you able to find our address?"
"His Facebook profile and pictures..." I reflected, "he should be more careful about that. It was too easy to track him down."
Anabelle's smile was vanishing while I was talking, so I decided to start over.
"I mean, Hey my name is Eleana, you can call me El." I shook her hand, waiting for her reply.
"Pleasure, you can call me mom."
I raised one eyebrow and she rectified "Ha, I made a funny. Now seriously, you can call me Belle."
She looked at her watch and exclaimed "Oh dear, I'm late for work. This is not going to be good. A preach from my boss, first thing in the morning. How exciting!"
She left the cage and the bunny near David's bed "I see, you are going to set up camp in here," she pointed at my bags that I was still holding. "So I leave him up to you. Take care!" she closed the door behind her.
Finally I dropped my bags and laid on a chair, listening to the steady 'bips' coming from the machine while petting his bunny, Ronnie.
Ronnie's nose detected the familiar scent of David, and, by instinct, he jumped out of my lap and tried to climb up the bed, without any success.
I forced myself to get up again and walk toward the bed, picking up Ronnie and laying him next to David.
Staring at his chubby face, I rubbed his sweaty cheek and put one of his strings of hair behind his ear, You really need a haircut I rambled in my head.
David folded his hand in mine, kissing it gently, "You found me."
"I promised you, we would be together, someday." I kicked off my shoes and got into his bed. We started nuzzling, alongside with the guitar chords being played outside, that seemed to be floating through the air, into the 'Chambre n.º 193', as the bunny made his way up between our faces.
"You brought Ronnie!" he said, with his voice full of joy. And I corrected "Your mom brought Ronnie, I just took care of him, while you're asleep."
After a few minutes of silence, which we spent by only staring at each other, I finally broke the awkwardness (I mean, it's the first time we are really together and we don't have anything to say...)
Suddenly the memory of a couple of days ago crossed my mind.
The thought of seeing David outstretched on the floor, panting, unable to breath, with his eyes becoming glassy and his cheeks turning red, almost made me cry. He could have died of an overdose.
"Don't ever do that again, okay? I thought you'd died!" I confessed, wrinkling my forehead.
"You know, I like not to feel."
"Wait, what? I thought you were taking anti-depressives--" Right there I acknowledged what was on the top of his bedside table, "Morphine."
I grabbed the vial and threw it against the wall, scattering the pills around the floor.
"What the --" he started to say.
"What the HELL you think you're doing, David?" I shouted at him "The nurse said you didn't need those any more." and pointed, with my opened hand, at the pills on the floor.
He opened again his mouth to reply, but I went on, "First random fact you told me, was that you didn't consume drugs!" I continued to scream at him, drowning my sorrow in the hidden truths he didn't mention "But then you admitted to taking pills, and now THIS!"
"I--" he began stating, but he was cut off.
One of the nurses walked in and asked me to leave. I remained in the same position, waiting for his reply, that didn't come out.
The nurse repeated her order and I listened to it "Fine, I'll go!"
I collected my things and walked out the door, waving good-bye, fighting against the urge of collapsing into tears.
*
The tears were already blurring my vision, when my foot missed the first step of the stairs in front of me.
It was as if I was flying, no, not flying, more like falling,... falling 'cause my sins;
innocence... that was a sin!
But then, an unbearable pain brought me back. First thing I knew was that I had a terrible headache and, with that, the inconvenience of having a broken ankle.
Dear Jesus, was I swimming in a bloody sea?
Sounds like someone cut the fallen angel's wings. Now, I have to endure a painful and merciless life.
How am I going to cope, with the idea of never going to feel the gentle breath of the wind playing with my hair and rubbing my face?
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