The Secret of Ella and Micha Chapter 21

MichaThe hospital lights atomic number 18 bright and the air is a little cold, but Ellas warm hand in mine is comforting. The doctor doped me up with a sedative to ease the pain and then I lay bulge out on the bed, waiting for them to come clean the fragments of the branch out of my wound.I was scared shitless when I crashed into that tree, worried I was going to die and leave Ella behind with no one. But now, Im feeling graceful good.Ethan peers over me and scrunches his nose at the wound. Its gnarly sapiditying.I shove him out of the way and extend Ella mow beside me. Hey there, pretty girl, come sit with me.She giggles, then glances at someone and laughs harder. I think you might be better off trying to shut your eyes, she tells me.I shake my head from side to side. No way, entirely I pauperism to do is stare at you all day.She snorts a laugh and then smoothes my vibrissa approve from my head. Quit talking, before you say something embarrassing.I search my brain, not f inding anything embarrassing stashed away(predicate) inside. Ill be fine. I reach over with my good hand and find her leg. Grabbing possess of it, I pull her over toward me so she falls onto the bed.Micha, she says, her green eyes so wide I can look at my reflection in them. There are people incessantlyywhere.I glance from left to right, not sightedness anything but blurry shapes. I think were good. I move into kiss her and she gives me a quick beak on the lips, before leaning away.How about you rest your head in my lap, she says. And Ill rub your back until you go to sleep.But what if I wake up and youre not here? I ask, sounding like a little baby, but not giving a shit.She presses her lips together and sighs. Im not going anywhere.You promise?I promise.She sits up and I rest my head on her lap. She rubs her fingers up my back and through my hair. I hold onto her as I drift into unconsciousness. EllaMicha is lying on my bed without a shirt on, fiddling with the dapple cover ing the hole where the branch stabbed into him. The doctors couldnt stitch it up because it was too wide of an injury, so he has to reenforcement it covered and is not allowed to take showers, something he had jokingly griped about at the hospital as he winked at me.Its been a few days since the chance event and the Chevelle is parked out in his garage in ruins. When I saw it in the light, I practically passed out because it doesnt look like an accident anyone would mountain pass away from the drivers door is caved in and the front fender fell completely off.This is going to leave an astonishing battle scar. He pushes the bandages back down over the wound.Im glad you think so. I read the electronic mail that showed up in my inbox the day after the accident. Turns out, I got the internship at the museum and now I have no idea what to do. I want to do it its a great opportunity, but I also dont want to leave him.What are you reading? he asks, sliding his legs off the bed, startin g to get to his feet.Nothing. I was scantily looking through my emails. I shut the computer screen off, climb onto the bed with him, and lean back against the headboard, stretching my legs out.He points at the drawing of the broken mirror on my wall. I like that one. oddly the guitar part.It turned out to be my best piece, full of memories, and a future I wasnt able to set until I finally let go. A freedom given to me by Micha because he refused to let me go.Me too, I agree. I think Ill probably turn it in as one of my art projects one day.Its got a lot of meaning in it, he comments.I smile and slide down, putting my head close to his. I know.He rolls to his side carefully, so he doesnt hurt his shoulder and were lying face to face. Wheres your head, Ella whitethorn? Ever since the accident, youve been really quiet.Im so close to him I can see the dark specks of blue in his aqua eyes. Ive been quiet because that night made me realize something important. For a split second, I th ought Id disconnected him and it opened up my heart and freed what Id buried deep inside me that night on the bridge.I look into his eyes, no longer afraid of whats in them, but afraid Ill lose what they carry. I just dont ever want to lose you.His eyebrows dip together as he props up onto his elbow. Is that what its been about? The accident? Because Im fine. He points to the bandages. Its just a tiny scrape.I know youre okay, I say, sounding choked. But for a second I didnt think you were.Hey. He cups my cheek and kisses me tenderly. Im okay. Youre okay. Everythings okay.I take a deep tip and let it out before I can suck it back in. Micha, I love you.