Chapter 202
"Son, are you okay in there? Need a little help maybe?" she asks and immediately I am on my feet.
"No! No... I err... I'm fine," comes Scott's response.
I bet he's lying.
"He always refuses to let me help him. I just don't know what to do." His mom shakes her head, sadness taking over her facial expressions.
"I'm sure he'll let me help. Let me try. Go and get ready," I tell his mom as I approach the stairs. She hesitates for a second but goes ahead and walks up the stairs and I follow behind. I have my fingers crossed as I walk towards Scott's room. I huff out a breath and knock thrice on the brown, wooden door.
"Scott, it's me... Kyrah," I say as I listen carefully, waiting to hear any movement or anything at all.
Silence.
"I'd love to help. If... that's okay with you," I say and purse my lips.
The next thing I hear is a click and I push the door open slowly. What my eyes land on makes my entire body wobble like jelly and I hold my breath. A part of me freezes for like two seconds.
Scott is lying on the floor, right behind the door.
"What happened?" I ask, my voice all panicky.
"My legs just decided to die on me this morning. I fell trying to get my crutch. I think I lost balance or something," he says while looking away, "I had to crawl to the door... This is so embarrassing," he says and hides his face in his hands.
"Hey, it's not embarrassing. Let me help you up," I say. I know he's quite heavy so I tell him to help me help him.
"Grab on to the edge of the bed and I'll try and pull you up," I say and in a few seconds, we're both sitting on his bed.
"Sorry about that," he says and rakes his fingers through his hair.
"Don't be sorry, okay? I told you I'm here to help you in each and every way. I've got you," I say while smiling at him and he smiles shyly and snorts.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing... I just... I never for once thought I'd ever be best friends with a girl," he says and licks his lips and I fight the urge to grab him and kiss him passionately.
"Make that two. Roxy is the other best friend. Do you find it weird?" I furrow my brows and he shrugs as I stand and get his crutch and place it next to him on the bed. Then, I sit back on the bed.
"Kind of. I mean... you're in my room. I don't think I have ever let a girl in my room," he says and I chuckle.
"Trust me, I have been in your room so many times that I can't even start counting. I've slept on this bed too," I say and his eyes go wider than saucers as he stares at me and I laugh loudly.
"It's not what you think but... I'd say you're quite the gentleman. You've never made any suspicious moves," I say and look away. "Your mom will be leaving in a few minutes. Let's go downstairs and wait for the doctor," I suggest and he nods.
Seconds after I have just stood up from the bed, the doorbell rings.
"That must be the doctor," Scott says and I help him up by holding his upper arm. His hands are as strong and toned as they used to be. When does he get the time to work out? I wonder.
Downstairs, Mrs. Stone welcomes the doctor and then she leaves. I sit quietly on the couch as the doctor examines Scott, asking him a few questions every now and then while observing his legs.
"Well, from the look of things, you're getting better everyday. You can begin small exercises, jogging around or running slowly on a treadmill. Strength, balance, and movement in legs are vital to make walking and standing easier after paralysis" the doctor says and Scott heaves a sigh of relief.
"Oh, thank goodness. Your words are like music to my ears," he says and grins at me and I automatically pull him into a hug. Apparently the doctor has been with Scott for the past few years, observing his health.
He bids us goodbye and we're both left sitting next to each other in silence.
"I found a book on my desk, with your name on it. It's clearly my handwriting. Did I give it to you or... maybe I didn't?" he asks and smile at him.
"I actually found it in your room, wrapped up as a gift. I have been reading it over and over for the last two years. I've been reading it while in your room. It... it made me feel relaxed and stress-free. That's why you found it on your desk," I say.
He scratches the back of his neck and I wonder what he's thinking about.
"Penny for your thoughts?" I ask.
"It's nothing. I'm just surprised that's all," he says and stares at me.
"I'd love to show you pictures and videos of us. They say it helps one's memory. Can we try?" I question and he agrees.
"Sure."
I fish my phone out of my pocket and I begin showing him photos of us. He seems amazed at the energy and craziness we both shared in one photo. He loves all the group photos and videos, especially the ones we took during the masquerade party.
"Wow! You look stunning in this photo. That red dress must have made you the centre of attraction. It's quite the bomb," he compliments and I look away as I blush.
"Stop that," I say and chuckle.
"I'm being honest. I also love my outfit," he says.
"I picked it out for you," I say as that day's events crush down on me and my eyes begin to water.
I'm an emotional wreck and I hate that.
"Don't cry. Please, don't cry," he begs and moves closer, pulling me into a hug.
"Sorry," I sniffle and wipe my tears with the back of my hand.
"I have an idea," he says and with his index finger on my chin, he tilts my head up to look at him.
"What's on your mind, Scott?" I ask as I blink rapidly and look into his blue eyes.
"My dad was the reason I came back here. For me to remember things, you know. I was thinking, how about you show me around? Maybe recreate the moments we had? I know there's an awkwardness between us as I may not remember who you are but... I want to give it a try and I'm asking you to be as comfortable as you used to be with me back then. I'll try and keep up. Maybe that way, I can gain my memory back, right? It's better to take action than to sit around," he speaks. His words are so full of hope that it makes my heart burst with joy.
"Whatever you say. How about I take you out for some blueberry ice-cream later?" I ask and he grins.
"Perfect! That's my favorite," he says.
"I know. You made me hate vanilla ice-cream the first time I had a scoop of your blueberry ice-cream," I say and he chuckles.
"Good to know I could change such a beautiful lady's mind," he smirks and my heart does a back flip. My cheeks flash red and I clear my throat noisily.
"How about err... we find something to watch on T.V," I say just to change the subject.
"Sure thing," he says and lies back on the couch.
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