My cell phone has rang three times, but I don't seem to have the energy to get out of bed. Even to reach for that damn thing. This hand only reached weakly which actually make that flat object crashing onto the floor.
Shit!
I let out a resigned sigh, letting cell phone lie there. With all my might I turned my body into a supine position. Eyes staring at the ceiling, empty. Thinking of Blake whose suddenly appearing in my life. It doesn't necessarily break the heart that I've been working on for years, but it's enough to make me a little unsteady.
That night, he was took me home, stopped by for just a moment, then said goodbye because in the morning he had to go out of town to check out the restaurant there. And our night closed with an intimate kiss from him. That's it. No bed tussles or anything. I'd admitted, he has a pretty strong defense.
"I'd love to do it if I don't remember the many things that await me tomorrow morning. Please, save that for me later," he said, then landed one kiss for the umpteenth time before disappearing behind the door.
And all of those thing made me can't close my eyes. In the end, tiredness attacked me this morning. And one more thing that makes me restless is he has not contacted me untill now.
The damn thing rang again. I remember that i have turned the alarm off, but why is it still ringing? Is it Clara? Again, I forced my body to get up from the bed, trying to reach for the object that was still screaming from earlier.
"Hello." I finally managed to reach the object and it is now next to my ear.
"Are you dead, Jenna? I called you like a hundred times. Don't tell me you sleep with—"
"No! I just woke up, didn't sleep with anyone." I pushed my phone away and get into the camera, took a picture of myself in bed alone, then sent it to Clara.
"Good ...." There was a sigh of relief from her on the other side. "Let's get up quickly! You forgot anatomy class today?"
"What???" Oh, that's right. I suddenly remembered the warning from the Doctor Lecturer at that time that I must not come late. So what time is it now?
"Clara, would you please pick me up," I whine to her. Imagining how heavy the traffic makes me lazy to drive myself.
If only I had a driver.
"Too bad, baby, I'm already on campus now." This time was her turn to take pictures, bearing out that she has already in class with other friends.
Damn!
I quickly got up and just washed my face. Change clothes and grab a backpack, jog to the garage, then immediately drove my car through the busy streets in order to arrive at campus on time.
***
"You missed my class today, Miss Jameson." The man suddenly appeared behind me, made me almost jump, but too bad I already threw the vegetable salad on the floor. I looked at the scattered food, then at the Doctor Lecturer who was now standing in front of me.
"Sorry, Doc, I woke up late," I replied, placing the tray back on the counter. Several cleaners swiftly cleaned up the mess I made.
"Are you got sick again?" This time his face looked ... worried, maybe. I can't translate his expression right now. It doesn't really matter anyway.
"No. It shouldn't be, because I don't feel—"
BRUGH!
"Jenna! Jenna! Call an ambulance, STAT! " The voice only sounded slow. My body feels like I have sleep paralysis. After that, I didn't hear or remember anything.
Like being in another dimension-whether in the hemisphere or which part of the world, everything feels empty. Only white. I blinked a few times. The glare of the light shone straight into my eyes making it hard to open.
I feel like I'm saying something but just babbling, still half conscious. It felt like drowsiness, but even more so. Head spinning and dizzy. My body was floating boneless. What exactly is this?
"I-I ... w-where ...?" I asked, weakly. Someone grabbed my finger.
"Jenna, I'm here ... you'll be fine."
Clara. It was Clara's voice. But ... where am I? There were sounds like an incoherent buzzing, as if in a noisy beehive.
Never mind ... I think it's better to close my eyes again. Maybe it's not time for me to awake. Once again I felt a soft grip on my hand.
"Jenna ...." I could hear Clara's sobs. Am I dead? Impossible!
I have to force these eyes to open. What's really going on?
"C-Clara ...," I called, when her figure caught by my eye. She brought her body closer to me.
"I'm here, Jenna." The girl holds my hand.
"W-where am I?"
"Don't talk. You just passed out, but the doctor said there's nothing to worry about. At least until the test results come out."
I frowned, my brain couldn't process what my best friend said. The bed I'm sleeping on feels like it's been shaken by an earthquake, makes me feel nauseous.
"Oh, and ... your father and mother are on their way here," said Clara again, I only answered it with a weak nod. I can't say anything. Too weak to move or talk. Slowly my eyes felt heavy, I let the weakness and drowsiness strike again. I still want to live.
***
This time, I really have awaken. Mom and Dad sat beside me on the sofa, while Clara was still by the bed and holding my hand. Her face flashed a smile, when she saw my eyes opened.
"Jenna. Thank goodness you're awake." Hearing Clara's words, Mom and Dad got up from the sofa and rushed over to her.
"What happened?" I can already ask questions and speak quite fluently, an indication that my condition has a bit improved.
"You passed out on campus, luckily Doctor Karl was there with you, and brought you here right away. How are you feeling now?" Clara asked, after explaining about my condition before being here. I was with the Doctor Lecturer at that time, but I don't remember what happened next.
"Eugh ... I'm hungry," I answered, casually. But it's true, that my stomach is rumbling right now. The others just laughed at my words.
"Oh ... what a pity, my daughter is starving. Don't you have lunch?" Mom asked, then took the menu that had been provided by the clinic and then slowly fed me—who devoured the food until there was nothing left.
Clara just shook her head at my growing appetite.
"Looks like you need a lover. If you still like this you will be lonely, and it will affect your appetite," she teased. I didn't want to respond to that girl's joke. But hearing the word about lover, for some reason my heart was beating fast. There is a strange tingle that creeps into my heart. Blake's image suddenly appeared and disturbed my mind.
Where is he now? Why didn't he call me or anything? And ... why should I expect a message from him? He is a nobody and probably never will be.
In the midst of my confusion, a knocking sound broke my thoughts that wandered here and there, disturbed by my curiosity about the word of Blake—this handsome man who had ever stayed over in my life.
Doctor Karl came in with the nurse and as usual did a check on my condition.
"You passed out again, Jenna. How are you feeling?" asked the man—with the fine line on his forehead. His hair has already turned white. Only a few strands, and has no effect on the charisma and good looks that he already has.
"I don't know. Maybe it's because I haven't eat anything? I usually never skip breakfast and lunch. Sometimes dinner is just a cup of green tea. Today I didn't even eat anything in college."
Doctor Karl nodded in understanding. He put on a stethoscope and did exactly what he did the other day to me. Make sure my current condition is getting better. His brow furrowed as he checked my pulse.
"Your pulse is very weak, but your red blood cell count is safe. I'll only prescribe iron and some vitamins and minerals. You should take it regularly. And don't skip breakfast anymore."
I nodded resignedly. What else should I do? Doctor Karl was right, that skipping breakfast always had an impact on my condition.
Doctor Karl left us. I don't even know when he left, I was thinking too much till I forgot important things. One of them is eating. For some people it is crucial, although for some others think that eating is just to provide nutrition, for me it is all important.
My condition has improved, at least for today. Hopefully it won't get worse, it will be very tiring if I have to stay in this narrow room many times. I prefer to stay at my parents' house, even though at the risk of having to be monitored 24 hours a day.
But really, I don't want both. Not at the clinic, nor at the parents' house. Only in my house is the most comfortable place for me.
***