He sent me a text that night, asking if I could go to the cinema the following night, and I said yes.
I couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about the kiss, and so I was still awake, watching the television when my Mum came in.
“Why on earth are you still up at this time for?” She asked. I ran up to her, smiling a broad smile, and hugged her.
“I just had a wonderful day today.” I replied, a little bit hyped up.
“What’s his name? How old is he? When did he ask you out?” She asked, immediately sussing out that it was a boy.
“Well, he’s called Joe, he’s in my class, and he asked me out today.” I said slowly, trying to sound calm and mature.
“Well, as long as you are sensible, and take things slowly and responsibly then it’s alright with me, but let’s just not tell your Dad, as he wants to keep you his little girl forever; you know what he’s like.” She said, winking at me.
I think I jumped for joy, slipped on something, and knocked myself unconscious, because the next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital bed, about half an hour later.
Standing next to the side of my bed was my Mum, and Joe. How he’d found out I’m determined to find out.
Just then, a doctor walked in, carrying a clipboard, and did a double-take when he saw that I was conscious.
“Awake now are we?” He asked.
“Erm… yeah.” I said, trying to sit up, but failed.
“Are you all right dear? You had a very nasty fall.” Mum said, looking concerned.
“I erm, don’t really know. I’m a bit dizzy, and my head’s hurting something chronic.” I replied, looking a bit dazed.
“You did a ‘happy dance’ and slipped on my mail, bashed your head on the marble counter in the kitchen, and then scraped the rest of your body on the granite floor. Your nose started bleeding and you bust your lip. For all we know, you could have concussion.” Mum informed me.
“Yeah, and that’s when I rang you up on your mobile, to see if you wanted to hang out tonight, but you were unconscious, so your Mum had to answer your mobile and asked who it was, and when I told her it was Joe she told me that it was my fault that you were unconscious, and asked if I could drive her and you to the hospital.” Joe added.
Just then Dr. McIvor came in, the doctor’s assistant and took my pulse, felt my temperature and asked how I was doing. She smiled at Joe and said that his Dad knew where he was. This confused me, so I took my chance to talk to Joe alone when Dr. McIvor took Mum out of the room to talk to her.
“Okay, so how does Dr. McIvor know you?” I asked Joe.
“She’s my Mum.” He replied looking sheepish.
“Oh, cool. Do you know what’s going to happen to me?” I asked.
“Yeah, they’re going to keep you overnight to monitor your head and heart and so on.” He replied.
“How did you know?” I asked, interested.
“I demanded to know what was going on, and refused to leave your side.” He answered looking really embarrassed, but not going pink like I do.
Mum came back in then, looking really worried.
“Love, you’re going to have to be admitted over night; there’s a high chance that you have concussion. I have to go to work and things though, and I know that they won’t let me have time off because I had to come see you today about that email.” She said, talking to me as if I were either simple, insane, or a child or something like that.
“Okay Mum; can you bring my pyjamas up please?” I asked, smiling.
“Alright love and I’ll bring your wash bag so you can get cleaned up as well.” She said.
“It’s not a hotel – it’s a hospital!” I whispered to Joe, so quiet that only Joe could hear, and he tried to stifle his laugh, but only just managed.
When Mum went out of the room I turned to Joe again.
“Won’t you have to go home, get some sleep because you’ve got school tomorrow? Just because I’m getting the day off doesn’t mean to say that you have to.” I said trying to sound responsible but he knew I was only teasing.
“I’ve been through everything we were supposed to be covering in class tomorrow when I got home because I had a strong feeling that you were going to hurt yourself. I have these ‘feelings’ when something is going to happen; you could call it psychic if you wanted to.” He said sounding dead scientific.
He kissed my hand and told me that from now on he would jump in front of a bullet if it would save me, which really means that he’s going to be like my personal body guard from here on out.
“I’m not going to leave your side.” He informed me.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my eyes growing wide, and my cheeks flushing pink.
“Absolutely – apart from when you go to get changed and go to the toilet and stuff of course.” He laughed, and I laughed with him.
“I’m always doing stuff like this – are you sure you can handle it?” I asked.
“Of course – at least I’ll never be bored, and you’ll never be alone; I’d be too scared to leave you alone of the things that might happen to you.” He replied, and we both laughed again, but then I started yawning, because I was tired.
Mum came back then, and brought my pyjamas. Mum didn’t trust me to go to the toilets to get changed on my own, so she called for Dr. McIvor to come and make sure that I didn’t collapse on my way there or anything.