Forgetting the thought and setting it aside I stepped into the middle of the room. It was spacious and kinda dark. Only one light was on. The window was left open, the early morning breeze went in and out making the blue flowered curtain hung from it sway back and forth. I turned my attention to the bed which looked like it would hurt your back. I began to stare at Joshua who was asleep on the bed. He must have been exhausted. After all, he was the one that fought me...no I was the one who fought and he was the one trying to stay alive. It hurts, to see someone you might care for, someone who might be important hurt and lying on a hospital bed before you.
I grabbed a chair and slid it next to the bed as quietly as I could. I sat and continued to stare at Joshua's face. His bangs where blocking it as usual. So I took a bobby clip from my hair and pined up his hair gently trying not to wake him. When I felt his hair it was just like the first time I had touched it. It was soft and fluffy. A greenish-black color. Now I could see his face. He had long eyelashes. His nose was pointy and small which complimented his face a lot better than a large one ( Not like Jiro's). His jaw line looked full and strong, his ears where big and pointed. His lips where...I shook my head trying to keep myself together. I didn't want to lose my self control.
I kept staring. The temptation to poke him was escalating. So I poked his cheek, no reaction. Next I poked his nose, no reaction. Then I poked his lower lip. When I did this he twitch his lips. I jerked my hand away at this. I was so scared. What would have happened if he opened his eyes while I was poking him. Would he think I'm strange? Would he think I'm a freak, plus the fact that he knows I'm a Moon Phaser.
He stopped. I sighed in relief. I looked at the clock, it was 9:30 am now. I was getting tired. My eyes were slowly shutting. Without knowing, I fell asleep.
I soon heard a low but gentle voice calling out to me. I slowly opened my eyes. I squinted at the blurry image. When the image cleared it was Joshua's face. He was grinning. My eyes widened.
“ Good morning sleepy head”. I jumped up, I looked at the clock it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. I turned and pointed at the clock.
“ Dummy, its already in the afternoon”. I was shaking. Blushing I froze pointing while he laughed at me.
“ Right, right...but you just woke up, saying afternoon sounds unappealing so I said good morning. Has a nice ring to it huh”. I pouted. To be made full of was so not my style, or blush, or feel flustered.
“ You know, you really have corrupted me”.
“ how so”? He was sitting up right and I did the same, crossing my arms and legs.
“ I never used to feel anything. Physically and emotionally...maybe even mentally. I haven't cried since I was 9 and I did yesterday...for you. I was happy when I found out you were ok. I used to never show what I was thinking. I never...I NEVER USED TO BE SO HUMAN LIKE”! I continued to rant about what has changed in me since I met him.
“ People would fear me because I was stronger in body and mind. Now probably knowing how I reacted to you, they might belittle me like I was treated the first time I came here. You don't know what it was like to be treated like some sort of strange creature. They looked at me with fear in their eyes. Wanting to become stronger on my own was what I wished for. Instead....instead that wish was granted but by such a horrid method”.
I wanted to cry again. I knew now I was spilling out what had been locked deep down inside me. I was able to say it all to someone else but myself. However, I didn't want to be pitied.
“ And what now!?...Now that I have met you...all this time I was known as someone you shouldn't go near to. Like there was a thick wall between me and reality. I want to laugh with everyone, I want to joke around instead of threatening people. I don't understand what this “Disease” Has done to me. I...I just long for-”.
“ Enough now”. He pulled my arm...touching his warm hand against my skin. Letting my head rest on his chest. I tried to break free.
“ Your wounds-”.
“ Let them be...”. He embraced me. Holding me tightly. I was struggling. My body was warm, I started to feel more at ease in his arms.
“ Joshua”. My voice came out shaky.
“ Hm”? He asked me.
“ Your playing dirty...you know”. I nuzzled more into his chest, I remembered the wounds. The scent of blood was light. But behind that was his own scent.
“ I'm doing it on purpose”. He patted my head.
I started to cry...only this time I'm sure, was the most I've cried since I was little. My cries carried all the way to the hallway. So I buried my face in his chest some more, to sure my voice couldn't be heard by the nurses. This counts as the second time I've cried in front of him. And I'll make sure that it will never happen again in the future.