Dreaming with you

Chapter 8

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Amanda

I was yelling so much that the hospital stuff had to shush me few times.

Just an hour or so before I was lying on the street. I had heard Bastian call my name in panic but I was too scared to open my eyes, I was scared to death to move. Pictures of Damon in hospital bed came back to me, and they came with vengeance.

"Amanda please, say something, move a finger, anything, please." His voice was full with desperation. I could feel his hands on my skull and throat checking for injuries and pulse.

Somehow I answered him. "I am trying to figure out where I am hurting. But it is difficult. I hurt everywhere."

"Oh thank god", he said. "So, what hurts the most?" I'd opened my eyes in the meantime and I saw that even though he seemed calmed, he was in full panic mode, so I tried to be the one reasonable.

"It's my leg, but I don't think that it is broken. I've broken it once when I was little, it hurt ten times worse than this."

Not listening me, he lifted my dress way to higher than it was appropriate, my panties was probably flashing, but he focused on my right leg. When I rose from the lying position I saw it had a long deep cut on it.

"Shit", I said, "that is some cut."

"It really is", he confirmed, not taking his eyes from the wound.

"I should stitch you, I have the equipment in my cabinet, i..."

"Bastian, I know you are a doctor, but I am not letting you stitch me. Your hands are shaking, are you all right?"

"Yeah, I am just-"

"Panicking?" I offered and he just nodded.

"I have to move you from here. Warneford Hospital is near."

"Wait, don't we have to wait for the police? What about the other driver?"

"We will deal with them later. He fled, he is not important."

"How do you know where the hospital is?" I was afraid that he was in shock and talking nonsense.

"I lived here before, I told you", with that said, he lifted me in his arms.

"You aren't going to walk us there? Call the ambulance."

"It is just two streets from here." He was already walking.

Bastian had made the doctors take a full exam of my body. It took time and I was physically fine, except the cut which as Bastian said needed stitches, and a number of them and it hurt a lot. I will also have a few black bruises in the morning. Some were formed even now. They didn't allow me to walk by myself so I had to be in the wheelchair. It was a strange feeling.

After all was done they took me back to Bastian, who was in the waiting lounge where we left him. He stood and walked to me. He had taken off his jacket and I could see that his left arm was slightly swollen.

"Did someone check that arm?" I asked him.

He said nothing. He just knelt in front of the wheelchair and hugged me tightly.

"I can't breathe", I told him and he immediately removed his arms from my body.

"I am so mad at you."

"I know, I am so sorry Amanda. I made you sit on that stupid bike."

"Bastian, don't kneel. Stand up."

He listened to me and took us to the place he was sitting a minute ago.

"I am mad, because you made me do all that exams. I am mad because you said we won't fall but I know it is not your fault. Somebody hit us. It could happen to anyone. And I am mad that you didn't check your arm. It looks like it is broken. And stop looking at me with so much guilt. I can't take it!"

"my arm is fine. I could've killed you." He looked down like in shame.

"You are impossible, do you know that? Please look at me." I took his hand of his good arm in mine like I did in the restaurant. I really liked holding it. "I am not mad", I whispered after all the yelling. "Really, I am not. I am grateful I am alive and with just a cut. My brother almost died in the crash like this. That is the reason I was so afraid to ride on it. And I am glad that you are also ok. I can see how sorry you are. I can't blame you, I don't want to."

His blue eyes calmed a little, but I could sense so much emotion in them. He was mad at himself, and I could do nothing about it. It was up to him to handle. He just signed and thanked me, probably for forgiving him. Truth was, I had nothing to forgive him for.

"Now, I told you, you will pay me. I want coffee in the morning for the next few weeks delivered to my bed. Do you understand?"

He smiled a little. "Doctor said that you should not move a lot for the next couple of days because the cut might open. I will take you home to London."

"You can't take me home", I panicked. "My parents would freak if they found out. I would never hear the end of it."

"They will find out if you stay here as well. Your brother is here. Besides Kelly can't take care of you. She has classes. I already called my brother to pick us up. We are going to London." He sounded determined.

"I would rather be alone. Please, I am already on bad terms with them. And I don't want them to remember Damon's fall."

"Would you go to my place?" He asked, hesitating a little. Maybe that was too much for him.

"I don't want to bother you. Besides you have classes as well."

"Don't worry about that. Besides I have to pay, don't I?" he smiled a little. It was sad smile. "We will both call in sick, ok?"

"Ok, take me there. I will tell Kelly to cover me if Damon asks for me." At the end, how can I say no? I really wanted to spend more time with him. I had a great time at the restaurant. I was relaxed when I talked to him, and he also found out about a book. I had yet to ask him how.

"I am going to call my brother to see how soon will he be here. wait here, i have to go outside, reception is awful in this lobby.

A scared part of me wondered how I was going to take being so close to him. And not fall for him harder?

The other me was excited. I was going to enjoy his company. What happens, happens.

And I wanted something to happen. I wanted to be brave.