It takes me two days to come to a final decision about what Dmitri asked me to do.
Right now he's in my apartment, sitting on my couch in the living room the same way he did two days ago, this time we're not sipping tea neither am I wearing embarrassing pajamas.
He sits in front of me, eating the grilled cheese sandwich I had made for myself.
"Mmmh, this is good" he says with food in his mouth.
"You know, its rude to eat someone else's food without asking" I say with crossed arms.
"You left the sandwich right there, barely touching it. I just couldn't resist. It was basically calling out for me to eat it." He tries to justify.
"Just some advice for the future. Don't ever touch my food unless you want to lose your hand or let's make it, your whole arm."
He gulps the last bit of the sandwich and frantically nods his head.
"You have a little something." I say, pointing to the side of his mouth.
"Oh..." He mutters and wipes the side of his mouth with the back of his hand.
'What a child' I think to myself and roll my eyes.
"Is it gone?" He asks stupidly trying to stare at his lips
"Yes"
"So?"
"I'll help you" I mumble lowly
"What?"
"I said I'll help you" I say a little louder.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, I just..." I pause for a couple of seconds, thinking of what to say. "I wanna help your brother. It wouldn't sit well with me knowing that I could've help him stay alive if he had died. I would feel immense guilt for not helping him especially in his vulnerable state, where he can't even help himself."
"Oh my gosh. Thank you, thank you, thank you." He says, getting up and hugging me and lifting me up in the air.
"Gosh, you're so light." He says lifting me up and down.
"Okay... Put me down"
He places me back on the ground.
"You don't know how much this means to me. Thank you. I'll make sure once my brother's awake, he knows what you did for him and even get rewarded."
"I don't want your money. Nor am I doing it for money"
"Then why are-"
"I don't know! Okay!" I shout suddenly feeling overwhelmed.
"Um, okay" he says awkwardly.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I've just been under a lot of pressure."
"Its alright I understand..." He pauses
"What?"
"We have to make sure both Alexander and I get out the hospital unnoticed. "
"Oh" I mutter.
"I already came up with the plan, all we have to do is execute it."
"Okay... Listen Dmitri, I need to tell you something." I nervously say and begin fumbling my fingers.
"Okay, this sound serious. Is it gonna cause me to faint because if it does, I'm gonna need to sit down 'cause I don't want to hit my head to the ground, and end up with a cracked skull."
"Really?" I ask, he just gives me a shrug and sits back down on the couch.
"I may or may not have told my dear friend about this whole thing."
"What?!"
"Look I'm sor-"
"What part of 'do not tell anybody about this' did you not understand?"
"She my best friend!"
"She's my best friend" he says mocking me. "Really, I have a best friend too, but you don't see me telling him my darkest secret about how I stopped peeing my pants in 5th grade!"
Crickets.
That all you could hear. Everything just became silent after he said that.
I look at him funnily. I try to hold my laughter in but it just bursts out. I laugh so hard, I begin clutching my stomach due to pain with tears streaming down my face.
"Are you serious? No wonder its your darkest secret. I also wouldn't tell anybody that." I say after catching my breath.
He glares at me and let's out a sigh.
"Forget I said that. And don't even think of telling anyone that. Even your so-called "best friend"" he says putting air quotes when he said best friend.
"Fine"
"Who is she?"
"Bianca. We don't keep secrets from each other. Its just who we are as friends and what we do. We're practically sisters-" he scoffs, cutting me off.
"I don't care who she is!"
"But you asked" I say confused
"Whatever, I bet you've known each other for 2 years"
"That's not true. She promised she'd not tell anyone." I say trying to defend my friendship with Bee.
"Pray, she doesn't tell anyone. Or else..."
After he said that he just walks out my apartment, not forgetting to slam the door shut on his way out of course.
I let out a sigh and go into the other bedroom to clean it up. That would be where Alexander stays until he wakes up, which will hopefully be soon.
He's okay, his vitals are good, his brain activity is alright I just don't know what's taking him long to wake up.
While tiding up the room, I hear my phone ringing.
I look at the screen to see who is calling and see that the caller is my mother.
"Hello"
"Hi! Darling, how are you?!"
I place the phone far from my ear due to her loud voice.
"I'm good, mom but can you please not shout?"
"Oh sorry honey-" she is cut of by my dad screaming.
"Give me the phone, woman. I wanted to talk to her first"
"No, she is my daughter." My mom argues
"She's mine too."
"I was the one who carried her for nine months and felt the pain of giving birth to her in labour for 6 hours."
"Well if it wasn't for me she wouldn't be here."
"Alright, alright. Guys I'm still on the phone!"
"Oh, sorry honey." My mom apologises.
"Let me put you on speaker." She says after my dad demanded her to do so.
"How's my favourite child?" My dad asks.
"Your only child is fine dad." I say and let out a little laugh.
"Honey, when are we going to see you again? Its been too long" my mother asks.
"Mom, it hasn't even been five months since I last saw you."
"Well that's a long time for a parent to not see their only child, who is a beautiful doctor. So do you have a boyfriend?"
"What? Mother, no!"
"She's too young!" My father and I shout at the same time.
"Too young? Brandon, my daughter is 26, living alone in a two bedroom apartment. With no man! She is not getting any younger." My mother begins yelling at my dad.
"Well, I don't want my daughter growing up too fast. I don't wanna lose her just yet" I can practically hear my father pout after he says this like a little child being reprimanded.
"Well, dad. I'm not going anywhere yet"
"Good"
"Ugh, you two just stop it." My mother interrupts us
"Ah, Kayla don't be jealous. You'll always be my number one girl. Give me a kiss." I hear my dad say
"Ew, that's my cue to cut the call. Bye!"
"Bye, sweetie. Love you!"
"Bye, my angel"
"Love you too"
"Hey! I thought I was your angel, Brandon." I hear my mom whine.
I chuckle to myself at how they behave like teenagers and cut the call.
After cleaning the whole room. I mentally applaud myself and give myself a pat on my back for doing a good job.
This is the first I'd actually taken the time to just clean a whole room. Even my own room is never this clean.
I close the door and go in my room and just throw myself on the bed. Sleep quickly comes over me and I fall into a deep slumber.