I woke up. I couldn't move my left arm.
My chest throbs.
"Noah!" Blade shouted. His eyes were puffy and swollen.
"You're awake!" He looks like he's been up all night.
Tears were dripping from his face. "You are awake." Sniffed Blade.
"I'm sorry," I said. Looking down.
"No, I'm sorry. I wasn't there." Cried Blade.
I don't know how to respond.
"B-Blade...You don't have to care about me that much..." I said, honestly, saying that hurt my heart.
"NO!" shouted Blade "How many times do I have to tell you!? You aren't just some stranger! You are my friend! and you are my roommate!" Yelled Blade.
I sat there in shock. Blade sat back down.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"It's just like a dream. Having someone care about me so much." I said.
"It' just because I-I-I L-Li" I couldn't confess. It was too hard.
"I...Nevermind." Studdered Blade. Blade's face was red. Was he blushing?
"You can get out of the hospital in about a week. And your broken arm will heal in about... 2 months." Said Blade.
"Um..well..."I Muttered.
"Hm?" Said Blade.
"Nothing." I Blushed.
"Ok, then...I'll go get some food, I'll go get some steamed pork buns!" Blade smiled.
"Ok!" I smiled back.
How come he didn't ask me how I got this hurt?
I look around for something interesting to watch or read.
After a few minutes of watching tv, Blade came back.
"Here." He handed a bun to me.
"This tastes great!" I exclaimed. It was warm, and it was good.
"How come you didn't go to school?" I asked. It was Monday, right?
"Oh, the school was already over. It's seven p.m." Said Blade.
"You've been here for over a week, and you get hurt so much. Oh ya! I forgot to ask, what happened? You didn't come back for over 4 hours, so I went looking for you." Worried Blade.
"I went for a walk, ate lunch and got robbed but refused to cooperate." I sighed.
Blade looked at me with puppy dog eyes.
"Did you sleep here?" I asked, eyeing his school bag and the sweater beside it.
"Yes, and I made a few trips back home too." He said.
I wanted to pinch his face.
Blade and I talked a bit more, about what he did at school, and about his old memories.
Blade had a childhood friend he hasn't seen in 3 years.
"Her name was Mia, and she had a brother called Oliver." He described them pretty well.
He also said they are about our age.
I hope I get out of this hospital soon.
After talking a bit more, I told Blade that he can go home and rest and he doesn't need to monitor me so much.
And I also needed to rest.
I hope this week passes by quickly, so I can get out and not be cramped here all day being bored.