Simple as Hello

Part Five

I wake up to the smell of pancakes and all of the lights off in the room that I'm in, either Calvin is an amazing cook, or he lives with his mom.
"Honey, why don't you go check on her? Maybe she's up by now." Yup he lives with his mom.
"Mae?"
"I'm up, hey." He walks over and pushes my hair back. "Feeling any better?" "I'm a little sore and swollen, but otherwise your excellent doctor skills helped a ton. How'd you know all of that?" "I took an interest in it at a young age and I researched it a lot so I taught myself some things. But anyways, are you up for some breakfast?" I nod and push myself up slowly, learning to not get up so fast. He grabs my hand and guides me to the kitchen table. A lady, his mom I presume, is frying up some sausage, bacon, and pancakes when she turns my way.
"Awe honey, how are you feelin'?"
"I'm doing much better thanks to your son, he's a pro."
"I've trained him well, huh?" She giggles.
"So I'm sure you're starving?" I nod in agreement and the motion of bobbing my head stings my neck area, I raise my arm up and press down where the pain is sprouting from. Calvin looks my way immediately, obviously noticing my pain. He's so perceptive. I'm beginning to question whether or not I was right about him, if he really copies people. But it's not like I've had much time to understand him, I'm always getting hurt. At this point I don't even care, he saved my life.
His mom sets down a plate full with three pancakes, six sausage links, and five pieces of bacon. I don't think I've ever eaten this much for breakfast in my life. Calvin sits next to me and begins to dig in. "Calvin! You know we always pray before our meals." "Sorry mom," he says, sounding like a five year old. After we pray, I start in on my breakfast, and may I just say, it's just delicious.
About half an hour later, after talking to Calvin and his mom about my family, college life, etc. he brings my back to his room. "Okay I know you're hurting, need a massage?" This takes me by surprise. "Uh-" "I think you do," he says smirking. He pats the floor and I sit with my back leaning up against his bed. Calvin plants himself on top of the comforter and begins to massage my upper back, shoulders, and neck. I cringe in the spots that are sore and he rubs out the knots that are probably months old. I've never felt so in pain and so relaxed at the same time. After about twenty minutes I feel myself nodding off until I feel Calvin stops. "Sorry Mae, my thumbs are getting sore." "It's alright, that was amazing! You're so sweet." He looks me in the eyes and then down, "no I'm not." "What do you mean? You saved my life!" "That is not true! I wouldn't have had to save it if I wouldn't have put it in danger in the first place by leaving you there all alone!" "Hey let's drop it, it's over with." "Well it's hard to ignore when you can't even open your eye and simple movements hurt your neck, and you have to live with the memory." "Calvin... It's okay. I'm fine, just let it rest." He shakes his head and gets up, going to the bathroom. I hear the water running from the sink, when I walk in I see he's washing his face. I put my hand on his back, the simple motion surprising me. He looks back at me and takes my hand from his back and puts it in his own. I look down at our fingers intertwined and realize I haven't held hands with a boy in over a year.