Your eyes blinked open. They felt heavy and your vision was blurry for a second but quickly returned to normal. You didn't try to get up. Your back ached and your right eye was swollen shut. You turned to your right and you saw a small desk with a lamp on it that was beside a window placed on the wall. You looked to your left and saw a closet and a few other items on the floor but nothing was of much interest. The walls were a light cream color and the room was spotless and neat.This isn't my room...
You didn't recognize the room and no one was in it with you. You started to get a little lonely. It was bright outside and looked like the middle of the day but the house was silent. All you could hear was a faint ringing noise caused by the silence that surrounded you.
"Do you think she's awake yet?"
You faintly hear a rough voice from outside the door. It seemed like forever since you'd last heard another human being. You wanted to yell that you were in here and awake but you were parched and your throat was dry. Your lips were chapped but licking them wasn't solving anything. Your stomach growled and you began to wonder when was the last time you ate. You slowly turned your aching body to the side of the bed so you were in a sitting postition with your legs dangling on the side. You took deep breathes, hoping that would stop your heart from pounding quickly in your chest caused from the sudden movements and amount of strength used. Your attention was soon brought to the door as you hear the doornob turn. The door suddenly opened with a click and there stood in the doorway was the last person you were expecting.
"Well good fucking morning ____."
You choked out his name as you stared deep into those golden eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together in annoyance as he stood in the doorway not moving an inch. He slowly walked towards you and as he came closer, you noticed a water bottle in his hand. He suddenly shoved the bottle in your face and loosed his grip, hoping you would be quick enough to catch it.
"You must be thirsty, si?"
You nodded and eagerly opened the bottle and gulped it down in mouthfuls. When you were done with half the bottle you took it away from your face and let out a content sigh. You noticed him staring at you and when you got eye contact he quickly turned his head.
"Are...Are you feeling better?"
Lovino still refused to look you in the eye. His face started to grow redder by each passing minute. You were confused. Why was he getting so embarrassed?
He spoke harshly in an irritated tone of voice. You suddenly realized you had spaced out, getting lost in your head.
"A-Ah sorry. My eye still hurts but I'll be fine."
You replied with a smile. Why make the poor boy worry even more? He did care about your well being and you were content just knowing that.
You suddenly remembered Gilbert. How he had stuck up for you when you were trying to protect Antonio. He told you not to do anything stupid but instinct got the best of you and you ended up hurt. It seems like you were always getting hurt. From the time you first met Gilbert when he opened the door on your face all the way to when you were punched mindlessly by one of the football jocks. Trouble seemed to love to get the best of you.