Twelve - Ingrid

Someone had closed the blinds in the night. The sunlight slipped through a gap. Spike was no longer lying next to me. In fact, he wasn’t in the room at all.

I sat up and grunted from the pain in my sides. There was a doctor looking at the monitors and graphs. He turned around and smiled.

“Morning,” he said, “well, afternoon technically.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Just after 12, don’t worry. Your friend woke up not long ago and went to get something to eat.”

“Oh, okay.”

“You do know you shouldn’t have been sharing a bed, don’t you?”

I blushed slightly. “Sorry.”

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

The doctor left, smiling. I dropped back onto the pillows and sighed. The ceiling wasn’t very interesting, just the same repeated pattern of squares. Not that I expected any different.

“Ingrid.”

Spike was at the door. I grinned at him as he came and sat down in the chair. He sat forward and smiled.

“You alright?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I had the weirdest dream last night.”

“What happened?”

“You told me you loved me.”

His smile faltered but didn’t fall. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Interesting.”

“Nothing to say?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I really don’t know–”

“I wasn’t asleep, Spike, I heard you say it.” This time his smile fell.

“Oh,” he said.

“I do.”

“What?”

“I do love you, I just didn’t know you loved me back,” I said shyly.

A grin painted itself across his face. He took hold of my hand and held it to his chest. I gently pulled my hand away and stroked his face. He couldn’t seem to hold in his excitement and relief. He looked as if he were about to explode.

He leant forward and kissed me. For the first time ever, it wasn’t just a kiss between best friends, it was passionate and... wonderful. He pushed my hair behind my ear and hugged me so tightly.

My heart was beating so fast I didn’t feel it stop.

The End

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