“I feel bad for starving you. I should’ve known you were hungry.”
“Don’t blame yourse
lf for my hunger. I got too caught up with worrying about my mom.”
“Oh, I thought I should tell you my uncle talked to the school and told them what happened,” He nodded towards my mom’s still figure, “So you don’t have to go to school tomorrow. And . . . .,” he continued clapping his hands together and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. “If you want I can stay with you.” Jonathon was clearly nervous and I found it endearing.
But this was still so weird. I had hardly just met the guy and I felt like we had been together forever. It seemed natural for him to stay with me. I never wanted to be away from him. My feelings seemed so irrational, I wanted to chalk it up to infatuation but, maybe it was more. More to him and more to me. After all it was weird dreaming about someone before you even met them. Could there really be something between us? The sensible part of me couldn’t believe it. The sensible me said my liking of Jonathon was because I was in a new country, homesick, my mom was in the hospital, and he was willing to help. It made since but I just didn’t think it was true. Jonathon was special. I just knew.
“I’d really like that.” I said still in awe at his nervousness and my own behavior.
“Good I was hoping you would say that.” He said letting out a breath.
“That has to be the best pizza I’ve ever had.” I said changing the subject.
“So, I hear,” said Jonathon barely audible.
“Don’t you want any?” I said motioning to the other half of the pizza that I wasn’t going to eat.
“No, I ate with my uncle.” I looked into his eyes and noticed that they were a lighter silver gray.
“Does your uncle work here?” I asked curiously.
“No, he volunteers he’s good with the patients and he’s also a tech wiz so he helps with a lot of computer problems.”
“Does he have another job then? It seems like volunteering would take up a lot of time,” I said.
“No,” he replied simply.
“Then how does he get his money?” I asked.
“It’s mostly old family money and investments.”
“So, basically he doesn’t have a real job.”
“No, not really.”
I could tell he didn’t want me to ask further questions about his family so I dropped the subject.
“Is there a blanket in here? I’m freezing.” I asked rubbing my arms for warmth.
“I don’t think so. Here . . .” he said shrugging out of his black leather jacket. He handed it to me and I put it on. The jacket was cool but I guessed that had to do with Jonathon being outside. The jacket smelled like new car and something else I couldn’t quite figure out.
“Do you want a pillow?” he asked me.
“Yeah, that would be great. Where are the doctors at? Shouldn’t they be checking on my mom?”
“They should be; they may have checked while you were sleeping. I’ll go hunt down a pillow and a doctor and be right back.” He chuckled at something I didn’t understand.
He left the room silently closing the door behind him. I looked at my mom. So many things ran through my mind but one stuck out and I hit to ring my dad’s cell phone.
“Hello.” He answered on the last ring.
I could see him in my mind rubbing his eyes and yawning.
“I’m sorry dad I know it’s early there or maybe it’s late. Anyway, but I haven’t had time to call you.” I let out a deep breath. “Something bad has happened dad.”
“Are you okay?” he asked clearly worried about me for the first time in almost a year.