Why Can't I See What He Does?
Chapter 10
Kevin’s POV
I need to calm down; panicking will not help the situation. So…Alana has been missing for 2 hours and the last person who saw her was the nurse who was in here taking care of Nick earlier. I’m so mad…not mad at Alana though, I’m mad because they won’t let me or Joe go look for her. We’re supposed to be “resting” and if the wrong person saw us and informed the media, we’d have to leave, so mom says “it’s for the best.” Yeah, ok. Something could have happened to the girl I’m starting to fall for, and I can’t even freaking help look for her?! How messed up is that? It’s just not fair. Even if I put on my hat and shades, they still won’t let me. I feel like I’m a prisoner in this freaking hospital room, and I’m dying to get out.
While I was lost in my thoughts, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked over to see Joe. “Hey man,” I just nodded to inform him that I heard what he said. “You know she’s most likely ok. This is probably some misunderstanding. Like maybe she had a family emergency or something and had to leave before telling anyone,” Joe tried to console me. I was grateful for what he was trying to do, but honestly it was only making me angrier. Right before I was about to bite Joe’s head off, Cindy came in our room. I stood up immediately, “Did you find her?” I asked. She nodded.
“Yes, we did find Alana,” Cindy informed us. “Well, where was she? What happened?” I questioned her. “We found her passed out in the bathroom floor in the volunteer lounge. Her face was damp, so I’m guessing she went to wash her face and she fainted. We have her resting in a bed upstairs, and we are doing some blood work to see if it was due to health reasons or not.”
“What room is she in?” I asked concerned. Cindy gave me a puzzled look; “Kevin, I don’t think…” she started. Before she could finish her sentence, I interrupted, “No! Please, I need to go see her,” I almost begged. She sighed. “Alright. Alana is in room 311, but please, if you both want to visit her please do it one at a time,” Cindy requested.
Joe put his hand on my back, “Well, what you waiting for dude? Go see her,” I looked at my brother to see he had a smile on his face. I gave my brother a hug before leaving, and he went back over to Nick’s bedside. Then like a flash, I was out the door.
I walked in to Alana’s room to see her head bandaged up, and an I.V. stuck in her arm. Seeing her so fragile and weak made me want to cry. I noticed she was so pale, and still unconscious, so I walked over to her bedside, pulled up a chair, and grabbed her hand.
I gently rubbed her hand with my thumb as I whispered to her, “Hey, ‘Lana. It’s me,” I started, trying to find the words to say, “If you can hear me, I really want you to wake up now. My family is so worried about you…I’m worried about you. Even though we just met not too long ago, you mean the world to me. I had the best time on our date last night. If I could have changed one thing though, I would have ended it with a different kind of kiss,” I whispered softly in her ear. This is when I decided to lean up and very lightly kiss her lips. I didn’t get the response I was hoping for. I was hoping that she would wake up right when our lips touched, put her arms around my neck, and kiss me back. Instead, she just continued to lay there, unconscious, looking frail and weak, like she needed me by her side to protect her. All afternoon I stayed by her side, determined to be by her side when she woke up.
Alana’s POV
I groaned quietly and stretched feeling as if I had just woken up from a long nap. I noticed when moved my arm I felt something connected to me. I opened my eyes and looked down to see an I.V. in my arm, and then I realized where I was. I was in a hospital room, and it was dark outside…that’s weird. Then suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my head. “Oww,” I groaned again. I reached up to feel bandages on my head. What happened to me?
“Alana!” I heard someone exclaim in excitement. “You’re awake!” I looked to see Kevin getting up from a chair that wasn’t too far from my bed. He rushed to my side. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?” he asked with a concerned expression on his face. I smiled at him, “I’m alright, how are you?” He looked shocked.
“You’re the one who passed out and hit their head, and you’re asking me how I am doing?” Wait…What? Then it all came back to me, the dizziness, the bathroom, trying to wash my face, the sharp pain in my head. I looked back up at Kevin, and then scooted over in my bed so he could sit next to me. “Please, sit,” I asked him. He obliged, and sat down next to me.
“I was so worried about you, why didn’t you tell anyone you weren’t feeling well?” I had to think hard to remember on how this all happened, but it came back to me. “Well, I was feeling fine, until after I sent that nurse to check on your brother, then it all just sort of hit me at once,” I told him. While I was talking, his hand had found its way down to mine. I smiled at him and gently squeezed his hand. “So, how long have I been in here?”
He shrugged. “A couple of hours, you were sent in here sometime this afternoon, and now it’s almost morning,” after he told me this, I noticed he looked very tired.
“And Kevin, how long have you been here?” I asked hoping I wasn’t going to get the answer that I expected. “As soon as they told me what room you were in,” I sighed. He’s been here all day. That’s why he looks so tired. Although, he is so sweet for staying here with me, but he needs rest too.
“Kevin, now that you know that I’m ok, please go rest, you look like you could fall asleep on your feet,” I said. He shook his head no. “Do you know how much begging it took to get Cindy to let me stay here all night?” That’s right, Cindy doesn’t like it too much when company stays with a patient over night. He must have really worked hard to get to stay with me. OK then, we’ll compromise. “Kevin, that couch chair against the wall will pull out into a bed. There are blankets in the closet, please get them and get some rest,” I asked him while gently rubbing my hand up and down his bicep. He looked like he was thinking something over, then he spoke, “I will under one condition,” oh no…
“What is it?” I asked sort of nervous. “Last night on our date I wanted to give you something, but I was afraid you would think less of a gentleman of me,” he started, but before he could finish I interrupted him, “Kevin, you just spent half the day and all night sitting in a hospital room waiting for me to wake up…right now there are very little things you could do to make me think less of you,” I told him. This just seemed to make him smile. “Good, then you won’t mind when I do this,” once he was done with his sentence, he leaned in and every so softly kissed my lips.
