Stuck with Unfortunate Luck

Chapter Twenty-Two: Winter Formal

Chapter Twenty-Two: Winter Formal

It was Saturday afternoon when I had finally awoken. My left eye had finally fluttered open but I could just barely see through them. I tried to open my right eye but it seemed impossible while a sharp pain seared it with every attempt. I couldn't understand what was happening and why. Lifting my hand and cupping my right eye gently, I could tell it was greatly swollen. Not only was my eye filled with pain, but I could feel that my arm was slightly throbbing. I let out a low groan and shuffled around in an unfamiliar bed and felt that my body was sticky as though I had been swallowed by gum and spat back out. With my only good eye, I tried to make out where I was. Looking to my left, I could see a few flowers in vases with cards attached to them. The wall in front of me was a plain and ugly shade of blue with a framed painting for decoration. How tacky.

Since I couldn't use my right eye to see what was on the other side of the room, I slowly lifted myself up from the bed and turned my head in the right direction. I had to admit, I was a little alarmed when I saw a young man who had his head in his hands which were full of flowers. I tilted my head wondering who it could be. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or awake until I heard slight sounds of snoring coming from him.

Folding my hands in my lap, I quietly sat up and stared at the guy and couldn't help noticing his attire. He was dressed in a wrinkly black and blue suit that had a tear in it and black shoes covered in mud. For all I know, he could be some mentally ill serial killer or something. I was almost terrified at the thought that the man would wake up.

"What the hell," I whispered to myself quietly. Or so I thought.

I could hear the man's snoring decease and I saw him moving slightly and rubbing his eyes. My heart almost stopped for a moment and I silently prayed for safety. Slowly but surely, he lifted his head up revealing his busted lip and bruised face covered in black and purple. I also witnessed the blood stained gash on his left cheek. Even with all those marks covering his face, I could still tell who he was as soon as I met his brown eyes and he flashed me a goofy grin.

"Austin," I whispered in horror.

Getting up from his folding chair, he slowly made his way toward my bed and I could sense with every step his body ached. "You're finally up," he announced rubbing his neck.

"What are you doing here? Why am I in a hospital?" I demanded to know.

"Um, I'm sorry. These are for you," he said pushing the small bouquet of flowers to me.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I accepted the gift with uncertainty. "What's this for?" I asked with a suspicious raised brow.

"There's a card inside," he informed me. "Go ahead and read it."

Cautiously looking at him, I studied his facial features. He looked serious but I could tell he was mainly nervous. Turning my gaze back to the bouquet, I searched the card and opened it.

"I'm truly and greatly apologetic for what I'd done last night. Though you may not forgive me for my reckless actions, I really am sorry and didn't mean for things to happen like they did."

-A.W.

I reread the card twice and looked at Austin for assistance. "What is this?"

"You mean, you don't remember what happened?" he asked with a raised brow.

I shook my head slowly and frowned. "What happened to you?" I asked with much curiosity. The fact that he was pretty much drenched in blood was nearly scaring me to death. I mean he was in a hospital for crying out loud, shouldn't somebody be helping him?