After a good hour, two 'volunteers' came back and brought me everything I needed.
"Are you really sick?" Nick doesn't stand up in any way.
"I'm not sick, but these two..." I pointed at the guys standing next to me. "...They think I'm sick. I'm not going to tell them anything and I'm going to do what they say, but in exchange they will have to fulfill all my wishes."
"And now I would like if everyone were to leave or act as if you weren't here. I have to concentrate on the book." I scanned the room, but couldn't find a good corner where I could sit and write quietly. At home, that place stood...
"And Rose... what is that place... When we pulled the bed to the side and I opened those 'doors', I noticed there was another room. It was small, but very bright. What is that place for?" Clyde turned to me.
"That's where I used to write. I concentrate better in smaller spaces and especially with music."
"How can music help you concentrate?! The music is just distracting." now Nick turned to me with such a funny grimace.
"You may be distracted, but I... Of course, if you choose the wrong music, then it will definitely interfere. But as I said... Keep quiet and don't let out any sound!" I pretended to be angry and put my materials for writing to the side, as I know that I won't beableto write anything with all the boys in the room. So I just layed down and fell asleep.
Then I opened my eyes it was already dark. I picked up the flashlight and small stalk of paper. It didn't take long for me to find a room for writting. I opened door and found a rather dark roo. Very strange. Room with dark blue walls. It didn't feel like regular hospital room. It's loaded with boxes. Is it storage room?
You know, I wouldn't be me if I didn't check what was in them, but as soon as I uncovered the top of the first box, I was drawn out of fear.
"Rose, what happened?" ran to me with a sleepy and worried expression Mouse. I'm shaking. Especially my hands, and the word doesn't go away. Speechless, I just shake my head. There were pictures in the box. But don't just some pictures. My pictures are loaded there. From then I was young to now. I don't know who could follow me. I had no idea I was being followed. So maybe that person knows I'm writing? But is that really a man?
"Rose, what happened? What were you screaming for?" asked Mouse again.
"The box. It's full of pictures. My pictures." I said, and Mouse who had doubted my word, came near the box. He took picture to look closely.
"Well really, that's your picture. But what are they doing here?" the guy put the photo in place and closed the box. When he came back to me and pickedme up in bridal style.
"What are you doing?!" I whisper scream from the surprise.
"As you can see, I'm taking you to bed. Because I can tell that you yourself won't go." he said, putting me on the bed as he wished me sweet dreams. But I was nowhere near going to sleep. Not after that.
"Mouse, what do you think? Does that person want to do something to me?" I didn't get any response. "Sleeping already? No wonder. It takes a lot of energy and willpower to take care of me. But I'm still grateful to you three for all this help." After a week of lying in bed, I was about to leave the ward, but I heard the ward entering.
"No wonder she feels that way. Not just everyone can accept that they have such a disease. Some patients don't recognize it or say it nicely, they just go crazy." I was about to open my eyes, but I was disturbed by the doctor's subsequent words. "But I can assure you that Miss Rose Golen is not sick of anything. I have to apologize very much. Miss's Golen and another patient's description sheets were mistakenly mixed. Once again, I'm so sorry. And now, if you forgive..." the doctor opened the door.
"Then if Rose does not have cancer. So then what disease is she sick with?" anxiously asked Nick. I guess he's afraid I won't write anymore.
"It's true that she's not sick of anything. But lately she has been under a lot of stress. Miss Golen needs to relax. She has to take a break from work." well, I don't like that at all. Now all three guys will try to discourage me from writing. I guess they going to...
"Sleepy head, wake up. You're not sick!!!" Nick started screaming at me.
"I'm so happy that my Rose didn't get sick!!" I looked him in the eye. "Damn!" the guy continued, as I sat down. "You're going to have fun with us today."
" Heeeeyyyy! Noooooo! I'm not going anywhere! I want to finish the book!" I joined in and put on my shoes. While I was taking the coat that Clyde gave, Mouse took the sheets of my book.
"These will lie safely in my backpack until you're all rested up."
"While WE'RE going to have fun?" raised my eyebrow as Clyde nodded his head decisively.
"Roz, Clyde doesn't like to entertainment." finally, Pich spoke.
"And you think I'm different? If you drag me, that guy has to go too." I pointed my finger at the guy who was already going to go through the door. However, my mood immediately faded when I remember agreeing with the editor that I would reveal my identity to readers with this book. The guys don't know that yet, and I'm banging it back on the bed. "I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead..." I didn't stop bubbling under my nose. And one of the guys sat next to me.
"Hey. What happened?" asked Nick gently.
"The secret is revealed," I said, and Nick grind. "While you were out..." I was interrupted by Pich.
"When have we left you alone!?"
"The fourth day I was here. When I sent you all to rest. I then called Gabrielle, my editor, and said I'd reveal my identity with novel 'If I could'. The book must be completed within half a year. The book is almost finished. It was only the end that I had to write." I started to feel a little cosy." That's it. And because there's going to be an uproar at school, don't worry. When all these girls find out who you are, they'll kiss your legs." Clyde laughed.
"What's true. But you're going with us anyway, okay?" I looked at him, and he just loughed softly.
"Just to make you feel better." the guy reluctantly agreed.
"Hooray!!! That's what we're driving then." Mouse turned the scarf around my neck and we pulled it into the road.
"But where are we going?" Me and Clyde ask in a duo. From our tone, it can be understood that we only want to go home.
"We'll go to the coffee shop and then we'll do movies tonight!" said Nick joyfully, and Pich and Mouse nodded to him.
"Well this plan is not bad." also endorsed Clyde.
"Still, you enjoy some kind entertainment." I whisper.