“A lot of things.” The words just fall out of my mouth. I don't have to even think. “He's very sweet, caring and a great listener. He also likes to challenge his own ideas, which is strangely unique.”
“He definitely does,” Amorette chirps.
I titter. I never expected I'd be talking to her just so casually.
“Have you two made it official?”
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
I'm not sure if I should mention what happened in the garden, with being interrupted by Vasilisa and such. “Well… I just… I'm not sure if he feels the same…” A good excuse.
“Oh trust me. He does.” She shakes her head. “That night when I called, you already had him smitten.”
My heart jolts. “Really?”
“Yep. Even though he didn't say it directly, I could hear it in his voice.” She glances back at Amias, a sudden glossiness coming back to her eyes. “He's certain that you're the one. Be confident in that.”
I huff. That's only if he wakes up. What if he never does?
I don't think I'll ever come across a man just as sweet and courageous as him.
“Yes. We'll see.”
???
The next day, I came back to the hospital early. The star was barely up by the time I walked out of the shelter.
In the hospital, I walk up to the front desk, which was nearly a small room blocked off by a large wooden desk stained in pink. The blonde nurse that tended to Amias is talking to one of the ladies there.
"Excuse me?" I say.
The ladies look up, the lady at the front desk turning her blank expression to a smile. "Yes?"
"Is Amias okay?" I murmur, keeping my eyes on the nurse.
She nearly jumps, a grin spreading across her face. "Oh! Great news! He just got out of his coma last night!"
My body stiffens. "Really?" My voice squeaks.
I look down the hall a little ways as the nurse rambled on. Without listening to her, I dash over past nurses and patients to his room. I run up to the window first, as he's talking with one of the nurses. He's sitting up, his eyes half open like the week long coma wasn't enough rest. Most of the tubes are no where to be seen.
My chest feels like it would explode any minute. I can't tear my eyes away. My feet rush me through the door without command.
He's alright! He's alive!
He snaps his head up and his face brightens. The nurse moves aside as his jaw drops. "Clara!"
My mind is racing. My vision blurs. My body is shaking and I can't tell if that is a good thing or not.
It doesn't matter.
I refuse to think as I rush and nearly leap to his side. He quickly wraps arms around me and I nearly barrel my upper body into him. Being this close, I can't help but lean in and kiss his soft lips.
It's a quick but thrilling touch. I bring my hands to his cheeks, wanting more of his sweet touch. It's the best feeling. How can lips be this perfect?
As I pull away, heat creeps up my face again.
