The day went by in a blur. I couldn't concentrate on any of my lessons, even if i showed up. It was now lunch break and I did not feel like consuming any food. Delilah tried cheering me up by hugging and making jokes of the goofy guys in the cafeteria, it didn't work not one bit.
"Am worried De, what if he is in a critical condition? What if he doesn't make it out in one piece?" I whimpered.
"I did not realize that you were so deep in love with this guy," she replied.
"Am not, am just starting to figure out my true feelings for him, besides I don't know if he likes me."
"Christal, so why worry! Look at you, stop beating yourself up." Delilah comforted me.

Classes are now over and I am debating whether or not I should visit Chris at the hospital or if I should go straight home. I took out my phone and called my mom asking if it was ok that go visit him, of course she agreed. I guess am going to see him then, I took the city bus and went there right away.
A nurse at the front desk asked who I came to visit, I filled the form and went to the room I was directed to.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I entered. There were machine all around him with drips and his parents sat on chairs next to him.
"Good day, am here to see Chris, how is he?"
"Oh dear" his mom cried out, "He is unresponsive, the doctors say that he might be so for a few days."
"Honey, come on let's go for walk, some coffee might help." Chris's dad suggested, while helping her up.
"Please keep him company till we return love, will you." His mom asked.
"Sure mam, not a problem."

Going closer to the bed I couldn't help but start crying. Chris looked lifeless and there were bruises all over his face, he wasn't moving and the thoughts of looking at him bought tears to my eyes. I felt nervous for some reason but I still wanted to touch him, to feel his hair run through my fingers and the softness of his lips.

A touch won't hurt, i stretched my hand and held his hand gently it felt good to feel his skin, I reached for his hair with my other hand and oh boy it felt so damn soft. I lowered my face to his and kissed his lips, I could have sworn i felt his fingers move. I whispered to him saying "I really hope you feel the same way as I do towards you, I was worried sick about you, please push through Chris, please" I started sobbing again.

"I know he will, dear." Chris mom voice startled me. I jumped off the bed and started wipping away my tears.
"Am sorry, I was just telling him how I feel, I messed things up between us and I really am sorry, please don't tell him I confessed my love, I have to leave." I blurted out.
What is wrong with me, why must I speak so much, oh God! I run out the door because I made a complete fool out of myself before his parents. So much for first impressions, I should find my way home now.