The Tale Your Eyes Tell

The Tale Your Eyes Tell: Chapter 66 - Woeful

I awoke the next morning with a soft grunt. Blinding sunlight poured through the small window beside me, waking me instantly. I squeezed my eyes shut, but there was no point in trying to fall asleep again. Tiredly, I turned onto my left side and opened them to see an anxious Drostan impatiently tapping his foot at my bedside.

“Dr-Drostan...?” I jumped slightly, surprised.

“Trixie, you little-”

He leaned in with a sigh of relief and held me close, rocking me gently in his arms, his lips pressed against my forehead.

“You don't know how worried I've been... I'm so sorry I had to work last night. I came back as soon as I finished, but you were already fast asleep... I didn't want to wake you, but I've been counting down the seconds until I could talk to you again. I'm so glad you're okay...”

It took him several minutes to pull away, even though I assured him I wasn't going anywhere.

“I'm fine, Drostan, really... The car stopped before it could do any real damage, I guess...”

“Don't give me that, you were badly injured, Trix, a-and it could have ended so much worse! I don't even want to think about what could have happened...”

I took his hand and held it close, tracing his fingers thoughtfully.

“What time is it?” I said, trying to change subjects.

“Almost 9.”

“Well that explains why the sun is so bright... How long have you been here?”

“Eh...” He looked at his phone. “Since about 6.”

“Wait, don't you have school? You shouldn't be here now!”

“Don't worry about it. Besides... I had to see you first.”

I sighed to myself.

“So... What did you do the whole time?” A smiled slowly crept over my face. “Did you just sit here and watch me as I slept like a little creep?”

“No, I did not watch you the whole time,” he rolled his eyes and I giggled. “I read a magazine or two and I think I fell asleep for about an hour. But, you are like a beautiful angel when you sleep as I've already mentioned.”

He stroked my cheek lightly with his thumb and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I hadn't seen him so worried since the time he performed CPR on me, and even then there wasn't such deep emotion burning in his navy eyes.

“How's your leg...?” He asked, removing his gaze from my face to peer at the large cast which ran up to my thigh.

“It's a real hassle getting up, but I'll make due...”

“And your wrist and head?”

“Luckily, the concussion wasn't too bad. I should be back to normal sometime next week, but they want to keep me here for observation... My wrist is the most frustrating. If it weren't for my wrist, I could use crutches... but now I have to be in a wheelchair.”

“Well, I'll push you around if you want,” he laughed briefly.

“Yeah, I think you do that enough,” I winked and he scoffed in response.

“Hey.” He started with a smile, but his expression transformed into something more serious. Drostan stared pensively at the ground and sighed. “I-it's true though, isn't it...? Trixie, I'm so, so sorry, I can't even tell you. I've been such a jerk this whole time and I... I've ruined everything for you.” His voice cracked and he hid his face in his hands. “I've messed up your social life countless times, and it's my fault Natasha bullied you. I royally screwed up your love life because of my selfishness, I have no idea how much I really messed up your mental well-being with my depression crap, and now I nearly ended your physical life because of my stupidity!”