Not much has happened since I was admitted to the hospital about a week ago. Silas comes by to check in every day, he brings flowers when he can. Clark comes by when she has free time, she was angry that I didn't tell her what happened. She had to hear it from Silas. Kit has stayed with me the whole week, keeping me entertained with stories of what he can remember of his past life. I also found a name for my new furry friend, I decided to name her hope. I thought it suited her, something in her eyes just screams hope.
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Today is the day I'm finally being cleared to be released. Doctor Emerson said that he'd agree to release me early if I agreed to stay home and take things easy for at least a few more weeks. I obviously agreed.
I'm currently waiting on Silas to come to pick me up, Clark said she would have but she stated that she'd be out of town for a few days maybe even a week, as she's visiting one of her distant relatives.
It only takes me a few minutes to pack up the few things that were brought over from the house, including the cat stuff that Clark bought me. Kit helped bring my bags to the door of the room. We sat on the bed having a conversation about what we should do during my house recovery time, it mostly consisted of us binge-watching tv and movies.
Silas finally arrived to pick me up around noon. We good everything in the car and Silas had to help me get comfortable in the passenger seat carefully trying to avoid my still broken ribs. " ready to go home, love?" Silas said as he hopped in the driver seat, Kit was seated in the back with hope. "oh you have no idea, I never want to spend more time in a hospital than is needed" Silas mistakes my dislike for hospitals as a joke, but who could blame him he doesn't know the truth about my dislike, I'll have to tell him sooner or later. Kit on the other hand just makes a sound of agreement as he continues to pet hope who is situated on his lap. I'm still confused as to why she doesn't seem to mind being in the presence of a ghost but it brings me a spark of joy seeing how happy Kit is to be touching an animal again.
" Remember what the doctor said, take things slow don't strain yourself. Get lots of rest and don't be surprised if he shows up from time to time for a house check-up." I glance at him and huff " ya I remember. Trust me with the way I'm feeling I'm not going anywhere or doing anything that includes me actually doing anything. That's what Kits for." I look at Kit and give him a small smile, he returns it and nods his head in agreement.
The rest of the car ride is in comfortable silence. When we finally reach the house Kit starts teleporting my bags into the house as Silas helps me out of the car and through the front door. I tell him to help me up to my room and he gently lifts me into his arms remembering that I was supposed to stay off my leg as much as possible. Without any effort at all, he carries me up the stairs and down the hallway to my bedroom where he gently sets me down on the bed that Kit and hope are already playing on.
" ok so if you need anything please call me. I will also be around to check in on you when I gave my breaks. I don't want you on your bad leg so please tell Kit to let me in." Silas says as he leads down to gently kiss the part of my forehead that doesn't have stitches. " did you hear that- Kit nods - ok he says he well. I promise I'll call if I need you. I'll be fine here I have Kit and hope with me. Now please go to work before you get in trouble for being late for something" " ok ok I'm leaving. I'll be back around 5-6 pm to check in" he says as he backs out of the room with his hands up in a surrender motion. " oh my God he so totally likes you" Kit says in a teasing manner " ok so what if he does? So do you" I say trying to situate myself into a more comfortable sitting position. " ya ok I feel attacked so let's move on from this subject. What would you like to watch?" Kit asks as he sits closer to me to the point where our shoulders are touching. He turns on the tv that is in front of my bed and we start to flick through movies. Hope settles herself in the crack between mine and Kit's legs. We settle on watching cruel intentions after about ten minutes of disagreement.
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It's now around 5:30 pm and all we've done today is watch movies and eat junk food, well I did the eating as Kit can't eat. It's pretty much dinner time and me and Kit are trying to figure out what I want for dinner, during our conversation the doorbell rings " it's probably Silas. Could you please go open the door for him?" Kit nods and disappears, after a minute or two he reappears " ya it's him and he has food with him."
I hear Silas hurry up the stairs, he appears in the doorway holding two brown paper bags in his arms " hope you don't mind but I thought you'd be hungry so I brought food. It's Chinese, I took a guess as to what you'd like. Did I get it right?" he gives me a sheepish sideways smile as he still stands in the doorway. " oh thank God. Yes, I love Chinese food, God I could kiss you for this." " Please do I've been waiting for you to make your move" his smile widens and he walks to the bed, taking a seat in front of me. My whole face goes bright fucking red, I couldn't tell if he was joking or not so I just gave a nervous laugh. Kit on the other hand thought this was hilarious and burst out laughing, inevitably waking hope from her sleep, she didn't seem too happy. I was again surprised that she could hear him maybe it's her sensitive ears or like most of the citizens in this town, she's something of a soup herself. I'll have to look more into the mystery of hope when I'm more recovered.
Throughout dinner the conversation was light, I got the sense that Silas was holding back with some of the conversations probably remembering what happened the last time he asked personal questions. I constantly reminded him that he was free to ask anything, but his only response is that he doesn't want to push anything. He said that when I was ready to talk about that type of stuff I'd tell him when the time was right.
Thinking that it probably wasn't the right time and that I wasn't in the right state of body or mind to go down memory lane again, I let the topic drop and just decided to bask in his company for the evening.
Dinner lasted about 2 and a half hours mostly because of all the talking, Silas finally decided to say goodnight after seeing me try to hide a yawn that wanted to break free. " get some rest love, I'll be back around tomorrow." " good night Silas thank you for dinner" " of course anytime." Silas began to walk toward the door but turned around and hesitantly took a step back toward me " Silas what is it?" " I know you're not alone like I know that Kit is here with you but I still just don't feel right leaving you. Not after what happened in the woods." I blush, realizing the extent of his care for me. " Silas if you want to stay you can, this house is huge, please feel free to use any room." Silas seems to think it over before saying with relief " thank you, Riley. I greatly appreciate you allowing me to stay here. I'll pick out a room and will see you in the morning." he delicately picks up my hand and plants a feather-light kiss to my knuckles before turning and leaving down the hall to the closest room to mine.
I smile to myself, feeling a little more at ease with him here. I then turn to face Kit who for a fleeting second looked jealous. " hey you ready for bed Kit?" I ask playing it off like I didn't just see what I did. He nods and gets up to close the door a crack and shut off the light, he then comes back and lays on his back. Hope has retired to her tree-themed cat posted by one of the bookshelves to the left. I make a move to get closer to Kit but finch and gasp in pain as I forgot how I'm not supposed to make sudden moves with my broken ribs.
Kit immediately moves to me and eases me to lay on his cool cloud-like chest, he gently strokes my hair and back avoiding my head stitches and my spine bruises. His touch soothes my battered body and I drifted off to sleep but not before hearing a whisper of a good night and feeling a graze of a kiss on my head.