Amapola Part 3
"What happened, girl? You look like you've seen a ghost," Angela asks as she enters the room and sees me with both hands covering my mouth.
"No, nothing. I'm just... tired." I pretend to yawn, and she shakes her head in disbelief.
"I'll be downstairs, if you need anything just call me. Your room is ready, but I think it would be wise for you to sleep here with him, you know, in case he needs anything or feels pain," she explains.
"Yes, that's fine," I nod. "I'll set up a chair next to your bed, don’t worry, I'll be close by."
"There's no need, girl. The bed is big enough for both of you," she says, leaving the room without waiting for a response. Honestly, I don't think I could have said anything anyway. How could she suggest I sleep with him?
I brush off the thoughts and take advantage of the time it takes for him to organize his bed, removing the sheets and smoothing the blankets that will cover him. I close the curtains and place the tray that Angela brought on the table. Yes, he had a round glass table with dark chairs around it at one end of the room. I suppose he could have his meals there.
Some time later, Salvatore comes out of the bathroom already dressed in the sweatpants I grabbed for him, but shirtless. I had taken them to the bathroom along with the medicine kit.
I stayed with him while he ate, and afterward, I redressed his wounds as I had promised.
"I need a shower too," I say when I finish and discard the trash.
"Feel free," he gestures toward his bathroom, but I refuse. No way am I going in there after what he just did.
"No need, I'll be quick in the room you set up for me and come right back." He nods, and I head toward the door.
"Salvatore?" I call his attention, turning back to his room as I remember something.
"Yes?"
"Could you lend me some clothes?" I ask, embarrassed. "Angela lent me something yesterday, but she took it to wash today, and all I have is this dirty outfit."
"Of course, Amapola. You don't need to explain, take whatever you need, and tomorrow I'll get you some more clothes."
"That's not necessary, Salvatore," I reply, feeling even more embarrassed, though if I really am being kept here, I’ll need at least another change of clothes. He doesn’t question my words, so I head to the closet.
I take a quick shower and return to the room. Walking softly, I approach the bed and notice that he’s already asleep. With the blanket I brought in hand, I curl up on the sofa in the corner of the room, ready to sleep, but I hear his voice.
"Amapola?" he calls me.
"Yes?"
"What are you doing over there? Come lie here with me," he says, and I hesitate, but still, I walk over to him, convincing myself that it would be better to stay close so I can take care of him during the night.
Lying on my side, I watch him until sleep overtakes me, and I drift off.
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