The broken and fragile

Part 16: Visitors

Jared's POV

It's been a little over a week now and Scarlet still hasn't woken. Every now and then her fingers might twitch which put me on the edge of my seat, literally. I would sit there staring at her face in excitement waiting for her to open her eyes again.

But after usually half an hour my mood would slowly drop and I'd sit back in my chair realizing she wasn't waking.

The first time it had happened I had yelled for the nurse thinking she was waking. The nurse assured me that it was just a muscle spasm like how your body would sometimes twitch when you were sleeping.

I grabbed a hold of her hand gently rubbing my thumb across the back of it in a soft caress. 

My hair was a complete mess as all I've been doing is ruffling it. As time keeps ticking by I get more frustrated. Ben stopped bringing me work to do saying I wasn't in my right mind right now. He would bring me clothes though saying I needed to keep myself together as much as possible.

Luckily I didn't have to sleep in that plastic chair anymore. After a few nights the nurses had brought in a cot for me to sleep on. Although I don't sleep much any how.

The three survivors that I had a meeting with nights ago have settled in well according to Grant. The big guy was apparently named Derek, his mate was Ann, and the scrawny boy was Max. They apparently don't look to thin anymore also. Nice and health as Grant has stated. 

The only really problem was that Derek seemed to try to get in fights with anyone that tried to talk to Ann and she always had to calm him before he took it to far. Max has been doing great but seemed to be a quiet person, if he was selectively mute from the trauma or he was just natural quiet we had no idea.

I felt Scarlet's fingers twitch in my hand pulling me from my thoughts in a instant. I looked to her face hoping to see those beautiful eyes staring back at me but was utterly disappointed. I kept up my excitement though for a few moments before I realized it was just one of her muscle spasms again.

I looked down to the hand that I always held. Giving it a soft rub from my thumb like I always did. I don't know if she could feel it but just in case she could I continued to do it. Hoping to relax her.

I brought her hand to my mouth and laid a gentle kiss to each joint in her fingers. I can't imagine what she must of gone through. Obviously she got different treatment from the others but still the thought of them breaking her fingers multiple times had me feeling many feelings. From grief to anger to sorrow to sympathy.  

The tingles from the sparks of the contact lingered on my lips after I pulled away. It felt like they were numb in a way. The only ways to get rid of the numbness was to either wait it out for a minute or continue kissing her delicate skin.