3 | New Roomate

"Male or female?"

"Male"

"What?"

"I'm very sorry miss but this is the only room that has a free bed"

"But Nat isn't good with boys"

I opened my eyes then, as voices from outer space interrupted my sleep.

Sorry, I meant Amber and a lab-coat wearing dude.

"Huh?" I breathed, making the two voices to turn their attention to me

"Oh good morning miss alder" the doctor greeted me, with a forced smile.

"I'll go and get the patient now. Please excuse me!" He said and left.

I breathed out harshly through my nose,"What were you guys talking about, while I slept huh?" I asked.

"Nothing really" Amber said with a shrug.

"Really? Cause I pretty much heard most of it"

"OK, then why did you ask then?"

"Look, I know you think that I'm weak or fragile, and can't handle myself because of what happened yesterday with Dylan...."

"I never said you were weak Nat. I never said that"

"So what did you mean when you said that I wasn't good with boys, cause I heard that, and don't even say that you didn't hear that"

Amber let out a frustrated sigh, "Um... Your parents they called, and...." Amber trialed off.

"And what...."

"They said that they couldn't really make it. They had already booked their flight to Japan last night, and would be staying there for some time." Amber finished.

I nodded my head, it wasn't totally unexpected. In fact it was expected. A fact even. Just like the planets orbit around the sun. Like how the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Like how the grass was green.

Like how my parents where never there for me.

I surpressed the bile that was rising in my stomach.

"Is something wrong?" Amber asked concern laced in her tone.

I turned my head from side to side, "No, not really just hungry"

"Oh, OK I'll go get some food. What do you want?"

"Can I come with you?"

"I'm not so sur--"

"Please, I've been stuck here for a long time. Just the smell of anything other than the stuffed air in the room" I begged using my puppy dog eyes.

A low tumble from a ferocious beast erupted. Amber and I jumped up in fright and terror.

"Sorry, that was just my stomach" embarrassment eating up my features.

"Damn you sound scary when you're hungry" Amber joked.

I picked one of the hospital pillows, beside me and aimed at her pretty face, missing my target only by a few thousand kilometres,making it pass above her hair and out the window. Having living a short life on the bed.

Rest in peace Mr. Pillows. I'll definitely make sure to replace you. ***sniff , sniff***

Damn, well I guess my future wasn't to be an archer after all.

Amber let out a loud laugh, with a couple of snorts here and there, as she looked out the window.

"Damn that was the worst pillow throw ever. Like nothing could beat that fucking failure"

I felt like throwing any hospital pillow at her face, but having a few inexperienced experiences I know that it is best for everyone if we don't lose another soul-sorry, I meant pillow.

"Fine you can come with me. But how's your hand doing?"she asked her laughing face replaced by a serious one.

" Yah" I replied looking at my white hand covered in serve bandaging which was kind of swollen.

Wow!! This hand looks like it was ripped open and covered by a bandage. It's definitely does not look fine at all.

"It feels and looks definitely OK!" I chirped putting on a happy face.

I got of my sheets, and stood on the carpeted floor, my toes curling into it.

Damn, anything at this point felt good. Especially a good stech around my bones.

I slid my toes into my trusty old slippers, and followed Amber out the door.

"Um.. So this is probably not the best time. But you look like a mess. A huge mess" Amber whispered in my ears, after I asked her why people stared at me like I had leprosy.

"oh" my mouth forming a small 'o', "how bad on a scale of one to ten?" I asked hoping that it would be at least in between 1 and 2.

"At least a ninety-nine"

"Are you serious?"

"As serious as a I am on my French test"

"Amber" I turned to her giving her a deadpanned look, "You got an 'F' on that test?"

"My, oh my Nat. You judge to much. I was in middle school back then, and I slept. It wasn't my fault" she shrugged.

"Whatever" I flipped her off, and smirked a little when a little kid pointed at my middle finger and gasped mouthing to his friend, "She's a badass!"

Sue me, I loved when kids gave me a little boost of my ego.

We finally got to the elevator, after what felt like miles and miles of hunting down animals.

It was packed and I had to risk myself, and my hand by placing it in the middle so that both Amber and I could enter.

The first thing I noticed was the smell.

Oh my, my did that place smell like sweat, poop, Alcohol, and more poop.

I know right? Alcohol? Are you crazy! You don't go around smelling alcohol in the elevators. No! You smell alcohol in parties, with drunk people, who want to let loose a little.

But I swear, I smelt alcohol. Or maybe it's just me.

I felt a hand press to my stomach. I gasped haring the contact my stomach mad with whoever owned those hands.

A few seconds pass by, and we stop at a floor. My heart does a little whine with itself as three people get of.

My hand was free from all hand touching, and I had a little time to breath in hospital air.

Hospital air, was way better than elevator air.

But my little party bursts and then deflates when a wheelchair takes over the spaces that was gone.

The elevator closes again, making me lose more space than before, and feel very stuffy and sickly and weak.

Point is it made me fell weird.

I drag Amber off the elevator on the next floor, my breathing gaining back it's lost life and resuming with full health.

"We were meant to stop five floors above this one" Amber complained once she saw the little children roaming about and giggling.

"Look it was a give or take experience. Stay there a few moments longer and I'll lose my life, or step out and be free?"

"Seriously?" Amber said and face palmed.

I grinned as she pulled me along to go and find some breakfast.

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AUTHOR'S SPECIAL NOTE.

HEY GUYS! I LOVE EVERYONE OF YOU. YES EVEN YOU READING RIGHT NOW. I LOVE YOU.

SO WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF AMBER, NATASHA, HER PARENTS OR EVEN DYLAN.

DO YOU GUYS HATE OR LOVE HIM.

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EVEN THE DOCTOR.

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