Chapter 185
Kyrah's POV
I had a terrible dream that woke me up a few minutes ago. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I am still at the hospital.
Funny how I can't even remember what the dream was about. But I know that it must have meant something.
My body aches as hell, especially my head, chest and arm. I broke my arm.
I stare at the cast on my arm and I frown at it, as if it would miraculously take itself off. Just as I am about to turn over and sleep on my side, the door opens and I hold my breath, releasing it when Lilly walks in with two huge bouquets of yellow and red flowers and she's holding a card, or is she holding two?
"Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling today?" she asks while placing the flowers on to a table that's close to the window and I move slightly on the bed.
"A little better, I guess. Who are those flowers from?" I ask curiously as my eyes scan the flowers.
"Oh, the red ones are from my brother, Kye. He says he will come visit soon, here is the card," she hands it to me and I read it.
'Hey, Kyrah. You might be going through a tough moment but I know you're even tougher. Be strong. I wish you a quick recovery.
*Kye'
The letter says.
"What about the yellow flowers?" I ask.
"I have no idea, there's no name on the card either," Lilly says and hands it to me. I flip the card over to see if there's a name but there's none. That's odd.
It reads: 'Hello. Get well soon Miss Kyrah.'
The handwriting isn't familiar so I have no idea who sent it. I shrug and hand Lilly the letter to place it on the table.
She later on brings me some breakfast and my parents arrive together with Wren. They all hug me and I can tell that their smiles are forced. They don't look happy at all, and I know it's because they are sad. Sad because of what happened to me.
"Where's Roxy?... And Vic?" I ask slowly.
"Oh, err... they had to pass by somewhere, but they'll definitely come to see you," Wren says and I nod my head. Whenever those two head somewhere together they always get into trouble, I hope it's not the case this time round.
My memory is all clogged up, I just can't seem to recall some things no matter how hard I try. But Lilly said that I'll get better.
"Honey, Wren and I baked you a vanilla cake," mom says, a wide grin plastered on her face, "I hope you'll like it. She's actually a really good cook too," she says as she scoops a piece of cake from the storage container she had put the cake in, "You have amazing friends, Kyrah. Never, ever let them go. Especially Wren, atleast she doesn't run away whenever someone mentions cooking like Roxy does," mom jokes and chortles and we join in. I only laugh lightly because my ribs hurt so bad. Roxy is a good cook but she hates cooking.
After sharing the cake and talking for a couple of hours, dad gets a call from work, he refuses to leave, but I beg him to go.
"I'll be fine, dad. Mom and Wren are here, Roxy and Vic will also be coming later. Don't worry," I say, my voice thinner than usual.
A few minutes later, mom excuses herself to go to the washroom.
"Wren?" I call out.
"Hmm?" she responds by looking at me, her green eyes are quite lovely.
"Are you... sad?" I ask and she places her hand on top of mine.
"Yeah. I am," she says and sniffles.
"Why are you sad? Is it because of me? Or is it something else?" I furrow a brow as I look at her while she sighs heavily and looks away from me.
"I'm sad because... life is often so unfair to you. Ever since I met you, tragedy has been like your companion, sorry to say. I just wish things could get better for you, Kyrah. And... I'm also sad because... your mom and dad are going through a hard time. They barely sleep at night. They really love and care about you. Sometimes I–" she cuts herself off, "never mind," she says.
"No, please, go on. I'm listening," I whisper to her.
"Sometimes I wish I had known my parents. I wish that I could have seen them, known their names, anything about them. Feel their love, but... life is always unfair to people, one way or another," she releases a shaky breath and a tear escapes her, falling on her chest.
"I'm so sorry, Wren," I whisper and she nods. If I can remember well, Roxy and Vic met her at the foster home and then she later got adopted.
"What about your adoptive parents? Do they take good care of you? Did they do something bad to you?" I ask, weakness clear in my voice.
"They are really good. But I was adopted as a child who knew what was happening around the world. I knew very well they weren't my parents, so no matter how much they try to love me, I still feel like it's not... I don't know... the right kind of love or something?" she sighs again.
"Hey, you got really lucky when they decided to adopt you. You may not feel the way you want to, simply because they aren't your real parents. But do you know how many children never get adopted by anyone and are left at the foster homes till they're all grown up? Cheer up, Wren. You're more than blessed," I say and I'm surprised that she's actually smiling a little.
"Wow! You give the best advice. Thanks," she says and hugs me.
"That's a lot of talking for today," I joke and she chuckles.
"How does your chest feel now? Does it still hurt?" she asks.
"Yeah. It hurts when I inhale deeply, when I try to turn in bed, it just hurts all the time. My arm feels a little numb, although my headaches are not that worse now," I inform her in a weak, low tone.
"We promised to help you through your recovery. You'll soon go back home. Snow misses you alot," she says while cupping my cheek. Her hand is warm.
"Snow?" I ask while frowning.
"Yeah, your dog," she takes out her phone from her purse and shows me a picture of a white dog.
"Snow! Oh my, I sure miss him so much," my memory favors me, "I couldn't seem to remember well but now I do. How is he?" I ask.
"He's okay, he just misses you so much," Wren says.
When mom comes back we continue chatting away about random stuff. Maeve and Johnny spend about two hours with us and later the twins drop by. I'm still waiting for Roxy and her brother to arrive, when a guy shows up, right after mom left. Wren tells me his name is Tyler and it takes me a while before I remember.
He looks way too drunk to be standing on his two feet. But we're all used to him anyway. He gets drunk any time of the day, wherever and whenever he decides to, these days. Especially now that he doesn't have classes to attend to.
When he walks in, the pungent smell of alcohol hits my nostrils harder than a tornado and I cringe when I look at him. He looks like he just left the bar, his grey shirt all wrinkled and is that... pee on his trousers? Ew!
"What happened to you, Tyler?" Wren asks him, "You look like you just woke up from the dead."
His eyes are sunken and his lips as dry as bones.
"I'm sorry I came in late, Kyrah," he says, ignoring Wren's query, "and I am terribly sorry for... for what happened to you. I'm so, so sorry," he begins shedding tears and looks away at the wall, trying to blink his tears away.
"Thanks, Ty," I say weakly, "With time I'll be better."
"No, you don't really understand." He hiccups, wipes his tears with the back of his arm and sighs heavily, "This was a very major incident and I wasn't there for you when everyone else was there. I'm a bad friend, you all don't deserve me," he says as he stares down at his feet.
"Hey, don't say that. We all understand but the good thing is that you are finally here, right? You are our good friend," Wren tells him as she walks over to him and when she places a hand on his shoulder he jerks away immediately, as if Wren's hand has burned him for a second.
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