Love of Rose

Chapter 7

Hours have passed since she has fainted, but she was still restless. After the usual poking and prodding from the staff and a lengthy inhalation, she has been free to unpack and discover, since her treatment-plan starts until tomorrow. She was not really overwhelmed with the treatments planned. They were half medical and half wellness, what stood out to her was that the week plan stated 4 treatments a day two after breakfast 4-6 h lunch break and 2 treatments in the afternoon. On her treatment plan were many different things listed, there were the more medical ones like inhalations and infusions, till the ones more wellness-like for example massages, pedi+manicure, a beauty-styling, wellness peelings and so on. So she would have much time to enjoy her room, read, work, relax and regain some energy. Practically what she needed.

Her room was nice, it was held in shades of pastel greens and has a warm feeling to it, not like most cold white hospital-rooms. It´s quite big, it has an entrance area, opening to a living area with a small kitchen. The bedroom with a walk-in closet behind the headboard-wall and an en suite bathroom with an extra door to the living area. The bed was Princess size, and like every other furniture in the room, it was in off-white. With the fresh flowers and the fruit-bowl, it pretty much looked like straight out of a ´nicer living´ magazine. But who was she to complain, she has never lived in such a fancy surrounding, but she intended to enjoy it as long as it lasted. After working on her laptop for a while and taking her mind of her agitation, she set her mind on discovering her surroundings and ways around the clinic so she would not get lost the following day. As coincidence perhaps even fate would have it she found a nice well-stocked library. With a fresh-brewed earl-grey-tea with a little sugar, she sat down in a comfortable corner with a nice view into the well-groomed garden. Holding `The Alchemaster´s Apprentice` by Walther Moers in hand she started reading. Completely enthralled by the story she only registers that someone near her speaks, but not minding because she could not have been meant. But that voice made her feel warm and safe. Till only just the moment when he crouched down beside her, a scent hits her like a perfume but nothing she ever would have recognized. It was a mixture of juniper berry and bergamot, earthy, fresh and wonderful, nearly too much for her senses but in a positive way. That scent made her inhale deeply and a little overwhelmed she closed her eyes because she wouldn´t want to miss a second of it. Her heartbeat started rushing, seemingly reminded of the incident by the steps at the entrance this morning.

When he said “Would you please look at me!” she only could shake her head. The last time when she had a whiff of this wonderful scent or perfume, it was gone when she had reopened her eyes. So the last thing she would do this time is open her eyes, no she would just enjoy and hold on to it and the feeling the scent brought, for a few seconds longer. It was such a positive hallucination that she welcomed it fully and gave in to it, not even contemplating about checking if it could be real. Till the moment he said “Why?” and while enjoying her vivid dream and it´s meticulousness. She felt the need to answer this wonderful rumbling, ruff and nearly erotic voice. And so she answered barely whispering: “because I don´t want it to end so soon.”. The next moment she was thrown into reality again because he touched her and it was like a little jolt of tingly warm happiness run through her causing her to open her eyes in surprise. Bringing her eyes into an instant connection with beautiful grey eyes, which looked or almost stared so deep into her eyes and her soul hat she for a few seconds was captured by the strength, the curiosity and the depth of those grey eyes. Feeling a blush rising in her cheeks she began to ramble: “You are real…not a dream?!...I´m not hallucinating…!”. Feeling slightly embarrassed by the situation she shortly shook her head to clear it and in the same moment to disconnecting herself from this intense encounter. He reconnected a little by taking her hand again and said or more stated: "Please let me take you to dinner?"

Taking her a few seconds to scan his features, her imagination couldn't have come up with his black hair framing a face with a chiselled, strong chin and cheekbone; the straight nose; the long lashes surrounding this mysterious grey eyes…those were the features of a god or at the least a demi-god. Why was he speaking with her? She thought to her self. Not trusting her voice she simply answered him with a small nod. Seeing his lips cracking into a full-blown smile, brought her more heart leaps and an intrigued feeling flowed through her. But her brain answered her question too soon, by telling her that a man like this would never be interested in someone like her, he must be married or at least be spoken fore to another woman and even if that is not the case he would never ever bound himself to someone like her...someone dying! So she took al of her dignity left and said: “But I wouldn't want to impose on a dinner with someone else who is surely much more interesting...and I´m not dressed properly for dinner.” with this words she stood and walked as fast as she could to her room. Not knowing whether she should be happy or sad that he did not follow her.