Oceans & Electricity

The ambulance sirens rang in the distance, and I prayed to God that he would live. His body was stiff as life poured into a puddle, collecting scarlet. That baby blue shirt captures what a gorgeous clear sky it is and perfect for futball. Instead, it may be the day he dies a foot away from where I stand.

His eyes remained shut as I tip-toed into the room. The bleach stagnant, the hospital room spotless white, I felt as if I would muck up the clean crystal room.

The window left a sliver of light on HIS face. Motionless. The monitors beeped steadily; that was a good sign. According to the movies, that is a good sign. I could not imagine that I would be in HIS hospital room for one. The curtain divided the room, and a nurse emerged from the other side, exclaiming in a hushed whisper, “He asked for you. He is crazy in love with you, and He is lucky to have a girlfriend like you. Not many girls would give a blood transfusion to their boyfriend. I will be in patient’s 108 room if you need anything.” She suggestively winked at me.

Shocked, he responded, “I am not his girlfriend,” but the nurse was already gone. I felt my hand shake as I gripped the ruff yellowing curtain; I heard his voice gruff from the pain medicine inviting me to come in. I pull back the curtain pasting on a smile.

“Him, I appreciate you standing up for me back there.”

He waved it off, but he beamed, his dimple on his right cheek, and winked at me. It was fantastic to see him happy. You would think he had not even been unconscious or lost a lot of blood that stained his cotton light blue shirt as if the sky itself soaked blood cut.

He spoke again, “Hannah...”

I gazed up, his piercing ocean blue eyes locked on me. My cheeks turned even redder ashamed. He grinned like n awkward boyish grin as words tumbled out, “You look gorgeous.”

I quirk my eyebrow, and he sheepishly scratched his neck,” This is going terrible. Let me start over again. You are...”

I interrupted the silence. “Hey, How are you feeling?”

He grinned, “ a lot better now; you are here. I heard you gave me a blood transfusion. I wanted to say—thank you.”

I mirrored his easy-going smile, “Oh, no problem...It was the least I could do.” I fiddle with my finger as blood rushed to my cheeks.

Those blue eyes fixated on me, specifically my lush pink lips freshly covered in vanilla chapstick. I shift my eyes to the ground as a hot red blush creeps up my neck to my already rosy cheeks. My heart flutters when I lift my gaze to peer into those crystal blue ocean eyes full of unworldly strength and unbound love. I know; he is staring straight into my hazel eyes, full of lush leafy, vibrant greens of thousands of trees making up a forest of my lively being and each tree containing enough hope to power the world. At this moment, I lose the sense of the stale hospital air that fades. All I can focus on is the undeniable waves of electricity making the hairs on my arms stand up, and every cell ruminated an itch from my neck down to my toes. It's like there is a hidden bass somewhere releasing vamps of electricity, and I am standing too close. It cannot be because the electricity radiates between us like a candle that has set the whole forest on fire, but we never knew that one spark for entertainment would become a forest fire. Now, if we stop it, we are bound to get burnt. I cannot feel my legs or arms anymore, just the soft flutter of one butterfly growing into a thousand. The gentle flapping is out of control that I am sure that my heart will beat out of my chest. Adrenaline pumps through the Starmaker of a spirit of mine to collide with the massive dead star coming to life that ancient stardust is burning bright explosive nebula. That is when I know all the safeness of the familiar lucid shore has been eaten by the never-ending deep dark blue ocean in his eyes. Those pink lips turn into a sweet, lighthearted smile and part oozing thick honey, “Hey.”

I mimic the easygoing smile and reply, “Hey, How are you?”

My insides felt like I was going down a steep roller coaster. My stomach had not yet connected with my body.

He just nods, telling me he is OK, kind of bored, but hey, he got a rad new stitch. He asks if I would come closer. I hesitantly did so, dragging my feet as if they were stuck knee-high in the ocean, trying to resist the current pulling me further out to sea. The battle rages in me to not give in to the magnetic pull effect he seems to have on me like I am planet earth rotating around the big blazing hot star called the sun. I feel my tongue melt like chocolate into a brown puddle that doesn’t have many shapes when voiced into words. Then, he smiles that straight toothy grin, and the dimple in his right cheek winks at me. I closed my mouth, which had come agape. My eyes shift to the dirty plastic dishes; I begin to re-arrange on his bedside table. I refused to let the tide touch the sand. Each second, though, I felt like the tide was inching closer.

He weaved his sizeable calloused hand twice the size of mine into my small baby doll hand. It is as if a bear claw engulfed mine and squeezed gently. I feel his other hand lift my chin up until our eyes meet, and all I can see is him. The stare is rock solid and unbreakable, and it's like the two of us are far away from this dank hospital room. Instead, we are under a black vastness cut by the dazzling stars twinkling lights for us to perceive each other clearly. It’s all whimsical and electrifying all at the same time. I am definitely five feet deep under the waves, and I want to capture this moment to keep forever before I break the surface to get air. Before I realize it, his lips are pressed against mine in a kiss. He is pulling me towards him, and I am melting into him, overtaken by his current. His lips are so soft like a rose petal, and his hands are closed around the small of my back, pushing me gently toward him. He tastes like peppermint candy canes with an edge of metallic iron from the pain medication. I am pressed against his solid chest of muscle.

My hand feels the fast thumping of his heart beating in time with mine. I want to freeze this moment in a snow globe that, when you wind it up, plays a symphony of the steady pulse of his heart beating and memorize the rise and fall of his chest as it expands to breathe in me. I didn’t care about my next breath for the first time as sparks flew off us from a car that was going too fast, causing excess friction. Kissing invigorates me to my core. His heart overtook my senses, and a new set of shivers sped down my spine with each heartbeat. His body, a wall of warmth, engulfed me as if I drank hot chocolate so fast that it burned. His cologne and fresh spring shampoo were the only air I seemed to breathe in. The limp blue nightgown in my clammy fist. I kissed him back, attempting to convey what I failed to say, how exactly he made me feel. He pulled away, murmuring in the space between us, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I almost died,” chuckling coldly.

He softened his tone to almost be like aloe Vera cool against my burning heart, it stung, and I waited for the soothing to overcome the wound on my heart. His words,” I just wanted to say before everything goes back to normal that you are so lovely all the time, you are so intelligent, funny, kind-hearted, so very stubborn(chuckling), and I hope someday you love me as much as I love you.”

He kisses my forehead endearingly as if it would take the pinpricks he pressed into my heart out. Despite the severe hurt of those blue eyes reflecting the jagged rocks we both hurt ourselves on, I broke the silence. My words were timid and soft like a bunny that could scurry off at any moment, “ It’s okay. I’ve waited for words I thought did not exist.”

I stood up awkwardly from the edge of the bed I had just occupied moments ago and, before I could overthink it, leaned in, kissing him so briefly like a butterfly touching a flower. I see his eyes full of bewilderment and cheeks red as cherries inflamed with heat. I couldn’t maintain his gaze anymore, and my stance was lost in another kiss. I have never kissed a boy before, yet I am in a gloomy hospital room with a boy I thought did not like me whatsoever. He takes note of my wandering eyes brushing each corner and crevasse of the room. His deep bass, a voice thick with emotion, edged with worry, “Are you okay?”

I nod in response and paste on a smile for his benefit. The train of my thoughts begins to trudge along the steel train tracks once again. He so carefully wraps his arms around me, forming a cradle to protect me from unseen danger trying to hurt me. I try to memorize every ounce of heat radiating from him, and his heartbeat is still my favorite tune underneath my ear. His breaths' gentle rise and fall like waves rocking me to sleep. He strokes my back as if notes would appear from the air. It’s like in the books I’ve read and movies I’ve seen. However, it is so much better because it’s our story. I peer at him, and he runs his hand through his blonde hair aimlessly, causing his hair to stick out like dead yellow grass everywhere. It was so cute. I couldn’t help but crack a smile, not ready to leave yet.

“So what do you say? You want to go on a date with me.”

“Oh, how could I say no to that tempting request and charming smile.”

Even though we technically can not go anywhere since it is anything, Mr. Night in shining armor got himself stabbed by Abi, who wanted to kill me.

She is kind of obsessed with me. So they have white and tiny clear plastic cups. We looked ridiculous, but she smiled, knowing she was leaving. They could not buy time. They meet someday, but all she knew was nothing compared to what she wanted to know.