Derek
Everything was dark. I couldn't see a thing and every time I tried to speak, water gushed into my lungs, making me cough, and soon, I ran out of energy.
My stomach was filled with water and I could barely feel my insides. Even though my ears weren't left out, every part of me was filled with water.
I opened my eyes and looked around to find myself in a strange place. I felt a strong push on my chest. I felt warm lips land on mine and air was sent into my lungs.
My eyes brightened up and I could see things better than the hazy vision I had at first. Atop me was a lady with hazel eyes and shiny red hair.
She leaned forward and took my lips again after pushing hard against my chest. I coughed up more water as she did that.
She smiled as she noticed that my eyes were now open. The lady helped me sit up and she rubbed my back slowly.
"Mister. Can you see me?" She waved her hand before me.
I replied with a nod as my tongue seemed glued to my mouth.
"How do you feel?"
I tried to speak but it came out as a whisper.
She helped me to my feet and called for help. We were surrounded by some strange-looking men and they picked me up.
They set me down on a bed in a strange room. A man rushed towards me and immediately examined me.
My eyes scanned the room and I caught sight of Malcolm on the bed in the same room. I recalled how our ship sank after hitting a rock. I tried to sit up but I was made to lie back down.
"You should relax, please," the man in white spoke gently as he opened my eyes, probably to examine me.
The lady came to my side and smiled as she helped me lie down. "We're here to help you," she said as she pointed at the man in white. "He is Doctor Jones and I'm Estrella. We rescued you from the sea."
I didn't need to be told the rest of the story as I already understood what must have happened. These people were kind enough to have saved us after our shipwrecked.
I remember Derek shielding me. He helped me breathe underwater and pulled me for as long as I could remember.
If I wasn't with Malcolm, I'm sure that he'd be safe. The man is a great swimmer. All of Mallory can testify to that.
Even though I couldn't tell if he saved me out of obligation or out of love.
Seeing him look so battered made me feel guilty because I knew that he was in that state because of me.
Now, I'm further indebted to my best friend.
I tried to open my mouth once again but I still couldn't speak.
Estrella stood beside me as the doctor examined and administered some syrup to me. She helped me take the drug and I suddenly felt a jolt of current run through me as she touched me.
I turned abruptly and looked at her in amazement. I mean, what the hell just happened?
I have only felt that way with Melody. Why do I feel current with this woman?
"Don't try to talk, just relax please."
I watched as she fed me the syrup and helped me lay back down.
How did it come to this?
I refuse to believe that I'm mated to this woman whom I've only just met.
Don't try to talk. Forget speaking, I can't seem to think.
I am speechless.
What do I have to say when my life seems to have become a comedy play?
First, it was Melody. I rejected her, but she didn't. We remained mated and then she accepted my rejection, yet our bond was somehow rekindled then Melody left and now, it's her?
No. It definitely cannot be.
I tried to touch her once again to see if I would still feel that jolt but the lady wasn't beside me anymore. She was attending to other patients in the room.
Is this a hospital? I wondered as I looked around.
There were three others on the bed apart from me and Malcolm.
I wonder where this place is and how far away we still are from Dark Flame Pack. I can't believe how far I have drifted from Melody.
I was so close to seeing her again. How did things take such a drastic turn?
"Good morning, mister."
That strong auto voice called from my bedside making me open my eyes. Is it morning already? It was noon when I was thinking of my life with Melody and how to make it right. I didn't realize how long it's been until I heard Estrella wish me a good morning.
"Good morning?" I repeated.
"Good morning," she replied with a smile that sent my chest kicking as if whatever was there would jump out.
Why is my heart restless after hearing her voice?
"It's morning already?" I asked out loud.
"It is," she frowned and stared at me in a way that made my stomach grumble.
"How long was I out?" I sat up quickly and looked around to find Malcolm's bed empty.
"A long time," she chuckled. "You slept so well that we were starting to think that you were on your way to...."
Her gaze followed mine and she seemed to have noticed where I was looking.
"Your friend is taking a stroll." She replied quickly. "Such a strong man."
There's no doubt that Malcolm is indeed a strong man.
"Wow. You can talk now!" She exclaimed as if she had only just noticed that I was speaking. Haven't I been speaking for the past few minutes?
"Your friend is all healed too!" She sounded happy.
I got out of bed and this time my body felt a lot better. All the scratches were gone and I felt light.
"Where is he?" I asked restlessly.
Even though I knew that Malcolm would never leave without me, after all that had happened, I couldn't help being restless.
I mean, what if Malcolm chooses to leave me behind?
He has always wanted to keep me away from his sister. What if he chooses this way to stop me?
However, Malcolm proved to be the best just as always. As if to answer my restless thoughts, I heard him say,
"I'm right here."