Lotus & Mr Werewolf

Lotus (4)

I am on my way out of the hospital doors when I get startled by someone leaning on the wall smoking.

“Luke?” I breathe, my heart beats aggressively against my rib cage.

“Miss?” He coughs and drops his cigarette and steps on it.

“Sorry I scared you, what are you doing here?”

“I am here to fetch you,” he walks over to the car and opens the door for me.

I stand there gawking at him for a few seconds.

“Why?” I finally say.

“Because Mr. Cabello asked me to” he looks at me as if it's the most obvious thing, which it is, but why?

I get into the car quietly, my heart is pounding again, what am I going to say to him? What must he think of me? I cringe. I don't owe him anything, for all I know he could be the one who has brought me all of this bad luck… or I brought it to myself for just trusting a stranger because he's nice occasionally, my ancestors must be so embarrassed where they are.

Luke suddenly opens the door, we are at the hotel. I was so busy questioning my life choices, I didn't even realize we have stopped.

I get out and just stand there, trying to calm myself.

“Can you walk me,” I blurt out before Luke gets back in the car.

He stops short for a second “of course miss” he replies and gives the key to the young man with a funny hat waiting.

There is no conversation I just try to breathe to calm my erratic heart I almost ask to take the stairs, but it's too late Luke has already punched in the code in the lift and off it goes. The doors open and Luke doesn't move, I will my legs to move.

“Thank you” I give Luke a shaky smile, and he nods in response and the doors close.

I stand there, trying to convince myself that maybe he's not here. Why do I want to see him so bad? This is gonna end in tears for me.

I throw open the door without thinking, and he's right there on the single couch, he had his legs crossed leaning deep into the couch, his crisp white shirt is only half buttoned, he is leaning back a little his hair is all messy all over his face jeez man this man looks good, and he sleeps with his mouth closed.

I tip toe back to close the door and when I turn around…

“AHH HH JESUS CHRIST, WHAT THE f**k!” I put my hands on my heart.

“You are here” he leans down and cups my face into his large hands, so I look at him, his eyes are searching in mine and I feel light-headed, my knees buckle, his arm is suddenly around my waist his thumb rubs my cheek I have no idea what I feel inside me, I feel like I am going to explode or scream, I feel my lower lip quiver.

He kisses my forehead “I am so glad you are okay”

Then the crying starts, he carries me to the bedroom carefully.

“Should I put on Moana ?” He draws the shades.

I nod like a fool while he brings me his sweats to change.

I change as quickly as I can when he leaves the room. He takes a long time, I almost go to check if he didn't run away, but I force myself to sit quietly on the corner of the bed.

He comes back with a tray of food, he says nothing but places the tray on the bedside table and folds open the covers then pats the space for me to come something in me stirs I shudder.

Furthermore, he plumps the pillows for me and I sit, he brings the covers over me and places the tray on my lap. Not only that, but he hands me the remote and kisses my forehead again, I melt.

“I need a shower,” he says over his shoulder.

Maybe I can live like this just ignore everything bad and just hold on to this strange man, maybe I should pray and ask my spirit guide to show me what's up with this whole thing.

The grilled chicken is spectacular, I ignore the veggies purposely and go for the cake and juice. I do not wish to be spiritually elevated at all today, eating healthy at the hospital was hell, I was seeing everything way too clearly for my liking.

“How was your meal?” He's not smiling, I can never tell how he feels most of the time.

“It was great, is there any more cake?” He watches me carefully before he answers.

“Yes” he nods and takes the tray from me and leaves.

He comes back with a large piece, hands it to me,, and he's inside the covers with me. He grabs the remote as I eat.

I don't see the movie he clicks as I'm busy eating.

“I was so worried,” he finally says.

I set aside my half-eaten cake and look at him, like, really look at him. There are circles around his eyes, they are barely open as he looks down at me.

“I'm fine” I say as cheerfully as I can, “how are you?"

“You have to understand, I did not know how to make you better, I did not know anything and I was afraid”

My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water but nothing came out.

“I do not know what is wrong or how to fix it, but if you tell me I promise I will do everything I can”

“Why are you like this? Why are you doing this to me?”

“All I know is that I want to keep you for myself and I am not ashamed, you can reject me, but it will not change a thing,” he looked away from me.

What is happening, is this a test? Is it a trick or punishment?

My one has to be a healer, right? Spirit guide are you there? Say something please… strike me with lightning, DO SOMETHING!

“I don't know what to say” I blink, I feel oddly calm.