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Clarissa

I start taking in noises before I can open my eyes.
Now they make more sense.

"--will be alright. Dont worry." I could not make out whose voice it was.

"I am really scared." She sniffs, then continues. "Did you see all the 8 people in her bus--they were all--I am really scared."

After a beat of time, I recognize her voice.
Suzanne.

"She is our brave Clarissa. Dont you know that? The doctor even said it was a miracle that she is this fit and fine."

I am fit and fine?
And where am I?
Why is Suzanne crying?
And who is the other guy?

I strain my brain, and come up with the answer--
Its Martin!

There is a tingling feeling in my stomach at this thought.
He came to see me.

But why have they come to see me?

Okay. Alright. Calm down. Its nothing special. But it is him.

In the urge to see his face. And ofcourse Suzanne's, I shot my eyes open.

The room is plain with white paint and white curtain on the lonely window. There are needles and machines attached to me. I am in a hospital. Why?

Suzanne, my best friend, is sitting by my bed. Her hand clutching mine.

"She is awake!" She squeals.

But what caught my attention at first was not Suzanne, it was Martin sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed.
My eyes widen.

He blushes and looks away.

Suzanne rolls her eyes when I look at her with questioning but happy eyes.

"Oh c'mon. He insisted to come. We didnt know you'd wake up so soon so he thought he'd stay and leave before you're up. But I am so happy you are up!"

I smile like an idiot.

Martin hisses at Suzanne and she raises an eyebrow in response.

He blushes again.

I grin like an idiot, again.

"Why am I here? At a hospital?" I ask.

"You don't remember?"

I give a confuse look.

"You were in a bus accident, Clarissa."
What?

I shut my eyes tight and images flash into my eyes--

The bus being late.
The bus tumbling.
The iron chair.
The blackness.

I open my eyes, close them gently.
I take a deep breath and sigh.
Suzanne gives my hand a comforting squeeze

I open my eyes. My eyes meet his midnight black eyes.
I instantly blush, biting back a smile.

I try to sit up. But my left leg shoots up a ton of pain. I yelp.
His eyes search mine.

"Are you okay?" He asks worriedly

"Yes. No. Its paining every where."
I snap my eyes close.

"I'll call for the doctor" He left after saying this.

I take deep breaths as the nurse puts some kind of liquid--painkillers may be-- in my glucose bottle.

In few minutes, my pain starts to recede.

"So....did you like what happened?" She says wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

"You are an idiot! How could you? You know how I would--"

"So you mean he should rather not be here? Okay, I'll go inform him" She says, getting up and turning towards the door, teasing me.

"Fine! Stop! I hate you Suzy! Ofcourse I like it that he is here." I say, blushing.

"Oh it took me so much time to calm him down. He was freaking out after your accident!" She smiles wide with her teeth, "Isn't that adorable?"

I roll my eyes.

"I heard you tell about the other people in my bus. What happened to them?"

All the mirth leaves her face. Her expression turning into grave worry's.
She starts toying with the hem of her shirt.

"They were very badly injured. One is nearly in coma and other 7 have had multiple fractures. The bus was totally crushed. You are the only one having just one fracture. They consider you very lucky. Very, very lucky Claire. We were worried sick for you." A tear rolls down her cheek.

I attempt to give a heart warming smile.

"Its alright. I'm here. Maybe I must have done something good in the past. Its the way of nature, right? You help someone, and it comes back to you."

"Yes. Maybe that's what it is. But whatever it is, I am glad you aren't hurt much." She beams.

Mom and Dad enter the room just as Suzanne was speaking.

"Oh my darling!" Mom rushes towards me and kisses my forehead.
Dad does the same.

Red bags under their eyes prominent.
I wonder for how many days have they been worrying about me.

So I decide to ask.

"You have been here for almost three days." Said Mom.

"The doctor told you will be up within 72 hrs. How are you feeling, darling?" Daddy asked.

"Um, I am good. There is pain somwhere but overall its fine."

"Dont worry. You have to bed rest for atleast three months. It needs time to heal. Martin offered to come during the three months period and update you about the studies and activities in school." Mom said with a smile.

Three months?
Yeah, maybe it does need time to heal but I will surely miss school.
But the good thing about it is Martin will be coming home, so I wont miss him atleast.

I will get to see his short black hair and his matching midnight eyes.
And now I am blushing.

Suzanne is eyeing me. God, these bestfriends understand everything.
Even she will be coming often.

I want to get well soon.

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It has been two and a half months now.
Its been healing greatly.

Martin often came home to explain me class notes. And yeah ,he would bring something to eat or my favourite candy or something like that.

I didn't miss out on the school gossip, as Suzanne made sure I knew it.
Today Martin and Mom were in the room with me.

Mom was preparing my soup and
Martin was explaining something from Chemistry--thermodynamics I guess.

Mom left with a smile after preparing the soup.

We both were alone.

"So the surrounding in a thermodynamic reaction will be everything but the area where it is taking place, that is.... A system"

He paused after telling, this and started staring at me.

"Why did you stop? I understood everything."
But the fact was-- I didn't.

Last night I slept like a person who was awake for a year and had finally got to sleep, and in that process due to the plaster I didn't even move a bit.

And now my neck and shoulders are aching.

I didn't realize he was calling out my name.

"Huh?"

"What happen Clarissa? Are you not feeling well. Should I help you with something?"

"Just help me sit up please?"

He instantly got up, came to the right side of the bed, and put his perfectly big hands and long fingers on my nape to help me sit up.

Sending waves of tingles till the bottom of my spine. His warmth seeped into my body.

He adjusted the pillows under my head and back.

Our faces were inches away. Noses were almost going to touch.

Desire crept in my body.
The desire to meet his lips,with mine.

"Should I go?" He whispered.

"No. Stay, please."

A mischievous lock of hair escaped and fell in my eyes.

He tucked it behind my ear,his fingers grazing my face. His gaze followed his action.

"Your eyes are beautiful" he whispered.

"And not me?" I teased with a smile.

He laughed softly.
"No Claire, everything in you, is very beautiful."

He never called me Claire.

Today,he did.

That was all the conformation I ever needed.

I slanted my face in desperation to meet his lips and he held my face in both of his hands, rubbing his thumb against my cheek.

Our lips met and there was nothing beyond this I ever wanted.

He sat down on his knees beside my bed and I bent down a little and suddenly--
I felt pain shoot up as my neck cracked.

Oh not now!

I closed my eyes tightly in an attempt to wave off the pain.

He got up immediately.

"What happened? I m sorry! Did I hurt you? Tell me Clarissa--"

"Claire. Call me that. I like it. And no I just-- its a sprain in the neck maybe because all night I slept in the same position so--"

He smiled
"You should have told me earlier."

Why? What was he--

He got behind the bed, pushed it a little to make room for him to stand and gently started kneading and massaging the neck and my shoulders.

And.....it felt good... and his warmth seeped inside even through my T-shirt.

"Is it too harsh? Should I do a little--"

I laugh. He is always flustered.

"No Martin! Its really feeling...great...I am feeling better. Umm...thank you."

"No need to thank me. The pleasure is all mine." He winked.

I blushed. I had never seen this side of Martin.
But I must say I do like this Martin, very much.

And while he was doing it I felt the pull of sleep.
There was his warmth too, I couldn't resist it.

And slowly I drifted into sleep.

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This was posted by one of my readers. Its a kind of continuation.
By HiddenWonderwall

Oh and just as he hit that one spot on my shoulder blade, I was a goner. Without warning a satisfied moan left from my treacherous lips and my cheeks instantly reddened from embarrassment. Luckily, the man was polite enough to not point it out or tease me over it, and for that I was greatly thankful. Then I let my mind wander, involuntarily to the events that took place quite recently on the exact same mattress I lay upon. As I continued replaying the scene in my head, my skin kept getting redder and warmer by the minute. Especially since the very source of my thought process was standing right behind me. Now that I notice,he did creep a certain distance closer to me than before. His chin now rested on my head as he leisurely worked his magic on my neck. I turned my head slightly to get a better look at him when his chin slipped off my head due to the pressure he out on it. He couldn't control it when the head fell directly in the crook of my neck. His fingers tensed, and so did I. His lips right on top of my jugular, he could probably feel how fast my heart was racing. Which was what encouraged him to kiss me right where his lips were. His fingers started working again. And along with his tiny bare,y there butterfly kisses along my neck, I was in complete ecstasy. He was breaking me, I was destroying him, and neither of us wanted to stop."