Difference Ch 8

:ifference:: Visiting Metri.8

By the forth week of my pregnancy, I began to show, though only slightly. The blood vomiting became a bit of a daily occurrence, but I could deal with it. Besides, it had begun to hurt much, much less. Ithic still hadn't come to visit me since he'd found I was in love with Metri once more…and I didn't blame him. I loved them so much it hurt. What could I do?

Dimien came to visit with Kindry now, and my theory was confirmed. When they came in, their hands would be interlocked, and they would leave the same way. It was so sweet. It made my day seeing them together, though it reminded me of when Metri and I had been young. Back when we used to play 'vampire' instead of being them. I sighed, wanting those old days back.

I was allowed to leave the hospital on April 20, but I ended up only switching hospital rooms and staying with Metri. I missed Ithic so much, his embrace, even his kisses, but if he didn't want to see me after all I had done, I wouldn't force him to. I loved him so much…yet he still didn't know I was having HIS twins. It hurt.

I always spoke with Metri about anything and everything, even though he couldn't talk back to me. "Metri…" I told him the first day I was allowed to visit, "Can you believe it..? I certainly can't… Twins!" It almost felt as if I was writing in a diary. I could tell him my deepest darkest secrets, and no one would ever know but me. I liked that freedom, and was sure I would still have it even after he awoke.

Every night I had spent with Metri, I would always plan on going home to sleep, but every single night I ended up falling asleep on his chest, hugging him like a pillow. I'd sing my favorite song to him each and every night, just as he had to me. I wondered if somewhere deep inside he could hear me…hear my voice, "I just called…to see…if your back…is still aligned and your sheets…are growing grass all on the corners of your bed…you've got too much to wear on your sleeves…it's too much to do with me…"

I began another ritual as I stayed with Metri in the hospital. I would pray. I was never the religious type, yet…if there was someone up there, or something, that could hear what I was saying…I wanted it to. I wanted someone to hear my pleas and finally release us both from this eternal nightmare. I wanted my Metri back.

Unexpectedly on a Friday evening, just before I was about to fall asleep, but after I had sung to Metri, Ithic entered carrying a bouquet of flowers. He was followed closely by  a zombie-like insomniac version of Mesai.

As soon as I saw him, I couldn't help but let a smile creep up on my face. "How nice of you to bring flowers for Metri."

Ithic smiled back at my apologetic sarcasm. I faked a surprised face and said, "Oh my! These are for me?! I never would've guessed!" then with a more serious face I whispered, "Wh-why did you never come visit me in the hospital..?"

Ithic refused to make eye contact or answer, so Mesai did it for him, rash as usual. "He was afraid he would come in and see the two of you together. He doesn't want Metri to take his place, y'know?" he smiled painfully, "He loves you more than you will ever know, Ailee."

I instantly stood up and walked over to Ithic. In one quick motion, I took his scarred up face in my hands and lifted myself on my tiptoes to kiss him. In the same instance, he wrapped his arms around me as tightly as he possibly could without hurting me. For a moment, everything felt as if it was back to normal.

When the kiss ended, he removed my hands from his cheeks and examined them. They were no longer stitched or bandaged, but the mark still, and always would, remain. I was lucky I still had both of my hands. Ithic I'm sure realized this too, and brought my hands to his lips.

For the first time, I examined his face carefully. He had many scars left from the stitches that once littered his gorgeous face. Two scars crossed from his temple to the left side of his eye, one small one made a dent in his nose, and one went up to his hairline and stopped. The most visible one however went from the edge of his neck down to his clavicle.

I traced the scars with my finger, all the while screaming inside my head, "IT'S MY FAULT! It's all my fault!!" Just as a tear rolled down my cheek, I heard Metri's heart monitor speed up. I turned around, ready to call the doctor, afraid he was dying all over again, when I saw his eyes…they were open.

I ran to the side of the bed and fell to my knees next to him. "Metri…" I ran my hand through his hair as his pale golden eyes shone at me lovingly, "Finally…It's so nice to see you again…" I smiled and let a few more tears run down my face. They were tears of happiness.

"It's nice…not to want to kill you anymore…" he smiled back weakly.