19. Medicine

Chapter 19 - Medicine 

   There wasn’t a doubt that Alex still had that mysterious vibe to him. And yet I couldn’t put my finger on it. There would be days that fascinated me of how he was. He could demanding sometimes, although it didn’t phase me too much. His slick raspy voice was what really got to me. And the way his fingertips could light me on fire, but of course not literally. That'd be terrible if he could light me on fire that easily. I mean metaphoric in the type of senses when I say that. 

   It's the following second week from Alex's and I's Halloween 'date', and everything has been so far so good. But something within me was telling me that this ship was going to set sail down south very rapidly in a bad spiral that was going to be unpredictable and unstoppable. Although I had no idea, the feeling was there and it didn't want to be pushed away, no matter how hard I tried to block it.

   I was walking down the hallway, with my side bag clutched in my hand firmly and my eyes glued to the floor - trying to avoid eye contact. Even though Alex and I didn't share too much time together in school, there were still those nasty rumors and that made me the bait. Bait as in to all the girls who've been trying to get into Alex's pants are giving these horrifying glares when I stroll by to get to class. 

    But on with walking, the classroom I had past, there was an awful ruckus. A teacher was shouting for the students to move away as they were panicking all in a circle. It came to my attention and before I realized what I was doing, I walked in.

   The circle was in the middle of the room, and it appeared that someone was on the floor in the middle of the shape. I could only see the shoes of whomever it could be – the perks of my height.

The shouting became louder and almost unbearable to even take in.

“Is he having an Asthma attack?”

“Why is he wheezing like that? Is he a dog of some sort?”

“Someone call nine-one-one, he’s gonna pass out!”

“He’s having a panic attack!”

   As the last statement came through my ears, I perked up. I was no stranger to panic attacks even though they aren’t frequent. They would come along once a year, maybe twice but that was really it. Nothing too big.

   But I needed to help whoever could be on the floor and having idiots not knowing what to do. I push harshly through the small crowd, along with getting odd looks from the ones that my forceful hands put to the side.

   A gasp escaped from my lips as I see who is on the floor with his hand tightly on his chest. His cheeks burning with a deep red and his chestnut hair messy with tangles. His mouth was opened, and it only filled the air with the sounding of wheezing and his chest hastily going up and down, but it was clear he was out of breath.

   I mentally cursed, and my mind was like an over worked factory of trying to figure out what to do. I kneeled quickly to his side. His eyes immediately found mine without any troubles.

   “Laila Grey! What are you doing?!” The teacher yelled at me, with a phone near to his ear. “The nurse is coming!”

   I knew that the nurse was going to be awhile, and Alex didn’t have ‘awhile’. Panic attacks are the worse feeling to ever experience.

   My body wasn’t allowing me to speak in any form and having everyone surrounding us only made the situation worse for Alex and me.

    My hands reached up to his cheeks, the feeling of them were warm, a type of warm like he had a fever. A sign that was indeed not a good one. My breathing was coming almost just unsteady as his.

Suddenly, an idea came to mind when I started to think of articles that I’ve read once.

“Laila.” Alex stammered breathy.

   Without thinking once more on the idea, I leaned in. My lips smashed onto his tender heated lips. The loud gasps all around us turned into a noise as if it was sucked into a vacuum. Alex’s hands crept behind my back, and strangely and odd enough, I knew that it had worked.

  Smiling, I pulled away. The whispering that was currently easy to be heard didn’t bother me. I was content with the fact that Alex was safe and out of harms away from a panic attack.

   “How did you know to do that?” He lets out a shaky breath that was better than how he was breathing a short second ago.

“Okay, love birds. Let me through.” Nurse Jude finally showed up.

   There were two school nurses, and she happened to be the one that I liked the most. She’s from the south and has a humorous personality. She has dark skin that I always take note of how clear and nice it always was. Her hair is usually in a neat tight bun, and her casual wear around the school is funky looking scrubs.

   I stand up to let her by. She lifts up Alex without a problem – She was heavy set lady, and probably could lift two football players without complications.

   I didn’t hesitate to follow Nurse Jude and Alex. There was more than just dozens of eyes setting on us. Principle Mrs. Wilson tried to shoo them away and get to class.

I scoffed from her attempts.  “Get to class. All of you.” She snapped behind us.

Afterwards of making our way to the nurse’s office, Miss Jude checked Alex’s pulse and the necessary things.

“I’m going to leave you two sugar plums alone. But just don’t get too crazy.” She winked at us, and then closed the door behind her.

    I wasn’t too sure if I liked the idea of being alone with Alex even though that I shouldn’t be like that. Perhaps it’s because Alex hadn’t bothered to look at me, not even a glance, since we’ve arrived here in the nurse’s office.

   I looked over at Alex who sat on the medical mattress with his legs dangling off of them. His head sulked low, passed his shoulders.

   “Why didn’t you tell me you get panic attacks?” I pondered. I wasn’t mad by all means, just curious. I have a lot to learn about Alex, and so did he about me.

    “It just never really came up to conversation I guess.” He said, faintly. His broad shoulders lift a little, and then come back down. 

   "I'm sorry about that." It seemed as if I had no idea what I was doing - because I genuinely didn’t. It's not every day that you save someone from suffering from a panic attack by a kiss.

   "Why are you saying sorry?" His head shoots up for the first time and with a confused look. His eyebrows were lowed and tiny wrinkles formed at the bridge of his nose. "I'm the one who should be thanking you. What you did was incredible, Angel."

     His words left my speechless and that was enviable. He did this to me every so often. Normally, when I couldn't speak, it was because I didn't feel comfortable to nor have no idea what to say in a situation that I might be facing. But when Alex leaves me speechless? It's because with the words he speaks, they don’t allow me to say much due to the fact I'm mind-blown from the words that leave from his lips.

    "I-I" Stuttered on my words, my face is flushed from being embarrassed. I tightly gripped my seat from being so dumbfounded; it turned my knuckles into a pasty white.

   "It's almost the end of the day. Let's just hang out here and skip writing class." He broke the silence between us, suggesting something I'd never do.

   "Are you out of your mind?" I stared at him with my eyes bulging out of their sockets.

   "Well, now that you've asked..." He trailed off with his finger tapping on his chin.

   "Alex, we can't skip class. Plus the nurse wouldn't allow it." I crossed my arms, standing my ground.

  "Nurse Jude has let me skip class so many times in here already. I'm positive that she won't mind. And live a little, Tinkerbell!"

"Yeah right." I rolled my eyes. "Live a little? I won't be living by all means if I have a bad grade."

"C'mon!" He hopped off the mattress and playfully wrapped his arms around me. "Stay here with me." He pouted his lips.

    It was irresistible to say no to his face as he lowered his head to the level of mine. His breath tickled down my cheek a little. His soften eyes stared into mine, but my attention span lacked so much by the fact his lips were so close to mine.

"Fine." I gave up.

   He finally pressed his lips onto mine - A moment I've been wanting since we've been in here. He pulled back after a moment that was way too short. He sat down on the floor next to the chair I was sitting on, and leaned against the wall.

    "Everyone is probably talking about what happened." I stated, realizing that I had kissed Alex in front of all those students. 

  "Let them say what they want." He shrugged. "Just breathe and let the rest come easy."

   Later on in the day, we were driving to his apartment. I messaged my father telling him I was going to be at the library. Although he didn't bother to reply, which wasn't a shocker considering he's been wrapped up in his writing and all. But I knew that I needed a new excuse or lie, what ever you want to call it, to my Dad. He's going to start asking why I'm constantly going to the library.

    "My heat is broken in my apartment and won't be fixed until tomorrow morning. Which is fucking ridiculous since it's fucking November." He turned into the apartment complex.

   "It's okay." I said genuinely. As long as I got to spend time with Alex, I was content. My outfit however was semi-inappropriate for the certain situation that I was heading towards as we walked up the stairs. 

    Once we walked in, Alex ran to his bedroom and shut the door closed with a slam. Leaving me in his freezing kitchen and living room alone. My hands were quickly started to become chilling. Making me rub them to create friction. His apartment was colder than outside it felt like. It left goosebumps on my skin and the tiny hairs on the back of neck stick up.

I sat down on the couch, which happens to have the fabric quite chilled. 

   Sighing, I lean back on the couch. My mind was wondering what on Earth Alex could possibly be doing in his bedroom.

   I picked underneath my nails to pass the time. Feeling quite lonely, my head perks up when I hear a door opening. My face lit up from the sight of Alex, well at least his legs, the rest of his body was hidden from a large pile of blankets.

There were a few grunts escaping from him as he walked over to where I was sitting.

   "Who knew blankets could be so heavy." He breathed. Plopping down on the couch, he begun to start straighten out all the unfolded and messy blankets.

  Giggling, I helped him out and wasted no time getting under the heated blankets.

"Deem this day as a blanket cuddling day." He cheekily beamed as he moved closer to me.

   "Hmmm." I hummed, resting my head on his chest. The grin on my lips showed no doubt that I was happily fine with how the afternoon was turning out to be on this very cold November day. The living room's only source of light was from the dirty window, making the room very gloomy and gray.

    My troubled thoughts were erased from the silence that was light in the air, not at all thick or awkward. The way his hand gently rubbed against my arm in a slow motion calmed my nerves from what happened today. His cologne filled my senses with only a matter of time from being so close to him. It was a scent that I was never going to be able to forget, or even get bored of in fact.

"Watcha thinking about, Angel?" His raspy voice sends shivers down my spine, and at this point, it could probably make my body do that a hundred amount of times.

"You." I honestly said, taking his fingers with my hand. I stared at our hands that played and messed around with each other’s.

"Oh really?"

  I look back at him to find a smirk on his lips. "I just said it you dingle dork."

   "Oh my god you did not just say that." He broke out in laughter.

   I sat there grinning like a fool, his laughter easily made me happy. His laughter could end wars I swear. 

   Looking down, I spotted my bag that I had lazily tossed near the couch when I sat down earlier. It reminded me that I needed to take my routine medicine. 

   Grabbing the bag, I search through it for  the bottle in my endless pit of my bag. Alex's stare was practically easy to tell it was there. 

   Finally, I found it and was able to swallow one of the pills without needing a cup of water. With being on the medication for so long, I had become a professional with taking it without the need of water.

   "What the Hell is this?" Alex snatched the bottle out of my hand after I put the cap back on. "What's this for?" He urgently said, examining it with care.

   "I'm not exactly sure anymore. Just been taking it for so long to the point I don't remember." I shrugged. I wasn't sure why he was making such a big deal out of it.

   "Why the Hell are you taking Clomipramine?" His voice was demanding, and the stare he gave me was almost frightening. His frown and angry look could make a baby cry.

     "I-I, don't even know what that is even for." I merely got out of my mouth. I never really bothered with reading the labels on the translucent orange bottle.

   "Impulsive Control Disorder." He firmly stated, putting the bottle back into my bag. "Why are you taking it, Laila?" His voice was getting deeper and more demanding as his stare did just the same.

"It's not for Impulsive Control Disorder." I defended myself, feeling offended. I wasn't impulsive, not one bit.

   "Laila, I'm not dumb. I know what that is for, that medicine." His strong hands gripped my face in order for him to even get me to look at him.

   "I don't know Alex!" I lost my temper. "Can we please just drop it?" I begged for him to do so, I didn't want to pick a fight over this, already knowing it wouldn't turn out good.

   "Okay, Okay." He threw his hands in defeat. "Let's just take a nap, yeah?" 

"Sounds delightful." I cuddled deeper into the blankets with him still connected to my side on the small space we had.

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a.n

Well... That's interesting....but the Lailex feels though.

I'm moving less than a week :( This may be the last update until  I move into my new house. I don't know how long it will be considering I'm sure my mom's least of her worries is getting internet. But trust me when I say my computer will be the first box I'm unpacking, my room can be last. x)

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-Kc Jul 22, 2014