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ice was just dehydrated.”
“No! She needs to know the truth. Her mom might try this again.”
“I’ll tell her.” said Jonathon.
Suicide! Why hadn’t I noticed the signs? The withdraw, not eating, not drinking, all the signs had been there. What was wrong with me?
I entered and they were silent immediately.
The room was generic. Bland. Nothing special. The walls were a slate gray and the curtains at the one window were standard issue white. My mom was lying in the hospital bed. She looked so small and fragile. Her eyes were sunken in with gray circles around them. She didn’t move when I entered. But the slow beep, beep, beep told me she was alive but barely.
The bed was laid out flat. Her short hair was scattered about the white fluffy pillow. She was covered in one thin sheet. I ran to her side where a chair was waiting. I grabbed her hand and gave it a short, light squeeze, her hand was so cold like it had been in an ice bucket. There was no response but I wasn’t expecting one. She looked strange but I guessed that was to be expected.
Jonathon stood in the corner with another man. The man was beautiful but not as beautiful as Jonathon in my opinion. Neither made to approach me. “I’m not going to bite.” I said. Both laughed lightly as if what I had said was some kind of joke. The man moved forward towards me.
“You must be Kylie. Jonathon has told me a lot about you. I’m Patrick.” He said extending a hand towards me. I glanced at Jonathon and it looked as if he had gone the slightest shade of pink but with his pale skin it was hard to tell. I took his hand and it felt exactly like Jonathon’s. Smooth and hard like a rock but not nearly as cold.
“Nice to meet you.” I spoke.
Patrick turned to Jonathon and nodded. Neither saw me watching from the corner of my eye. Patrick turned to me his black hair skimming his eyebrows.
“It was nice to meet you Kylie. I hope I see you again soon, under better circumstances.” He said.
“Me too.” I said.
Jonathon continued to stand in the back corner. I glanced constantly up at him.
Finally I said, “You can come over here.”
He shrugged and came over to stand next to me.
“You can sit down.” I said getting irritated with him. He pulled the second chair over and sat next to me. Did I have to tell him everything?
I grabbed his hand and squeezed saying, “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For saving my mom’s life. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have been able to get her here and I wouldn’t have known anyone to help me. I probably wouldn’t have known anything serious had actually happened to her.” I looked up into his silver eyes.
“You heard.” He said not accusingly however.
. “Yeah I heard through the door before I came in. I should’ve known but I have one question for you.”
“What?”
“How did she try and kill herself?” I asked shakily.
He spoke so softly I had to lean in closer to him to hear. “Overdose on her medication.”
“I didn’t know she was still on medication. I thought she was finally okay.” I whispered.
I should’ve picked up on the signs that she was still on medication. Like the fact that she was struggling with her bags at the airport. The pills she had been on to help with the depression had made her weak. I was so caught up in my own tragic thoughts I hadn’t taken time to think about how my own mother was handling things. But, I had thought she had finally worked through things, let go, but I was wrong.
Jonathon stood up and pulled me to my feet gently. He grabbed me into a hug. We stood there for I don’t know how long. When I started crying he sat down and held me close. He wrapped his strong solid arms around me. I dug my head into his chest and wept. I sobbed until all my tears ran dry. When that happened I continued to stay cuddled in his arms. It felt good to be against someone so solid and stable. I could stay in his arms forever. Jonathon ran his fingers through my hair. He traced the shape of my lips with his index finger. It sent an electric volt through my body. Jonathon’s skin was cold but I didn’t feel it.
“Don’t leave me right now.” I whispered in Jonathon’s ear. A part of me needed, no, all of me needed him. It was like something was pulling me to him. I felt like I had known him forever. It was like his soul called to mine. It was weird to feel so much for someone I just met but in a way I felt like I had known him all my life.
“I won’t, I won’t,” he whispered into my hair. His lips brushing my hair.
