A Short Story in Segments by Sierra Hemingway
“Wait, what did you just say?”
Oh shoot! What did I just say? Did I just tell her how I feel? What even is that? That is so cheesy, and I am not cheesy. I do not talk about my feelings, feelings do not exist!“Nothing, let’s just get her to the nurse,” I say, taking a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I pray no one heard me.
“How long do you think it will take? I mean, it didn’t look like she hit her head that hard. I hate waiting rooms.”
“You're Sam, right? You are friends with Kiera?” I have seen him around her, but whenever he talks to her she doesn’t seem to enjoy it and tries to get away as fast as possible. She always comes up with some sort of excuse to do something else.
“Uh yeah, yeah I am her friend, James. Why are you still here?”
He does not seem to like me being here. “I wanted to make sure she was okay. Why are you here?” And I love her, I spend every minute thinking about her and wishing she would just look my way. She probably doesn’t know me or like me or want anything to do with me, but what does that matter? When you realize you like someone you should be upfront with them, you should tell them, because life is unpredictable and anything can happen.
“You can come in now, she’s asking for you.”
The nurse is tall, with chocolate hair and kind ocean eyes. She allows the people she likes to call her Mrs. G - like me, I get to call her Mrs. G. She has fixed up so many of my bruises and cuts more times than I can count. She is good, and she knows all about my feelings for Kiera. As I stood up I asked, “Mrs. G, who was she asking for? Me or him?”
“You, dear. She is asking for you, James.”
Starting to go to the door, I look back to see Sam with a worried and hurt face. I feel bad for the guy, so I tell him, “Hey, I will check on her first and then you can, okay?” I am so nervous, why is she asking for me? Does she even know who I am?
“Hey, it’s okay, just be you,” Mrs. G whispers.
“James?” I turn towards her voice. It is so soft and weak, it sounds like she has just woken up from the deepest sleep ever. But it still sounds elegant and musical, just like her. I could listen to her voice forever.
“Hi Kiera… I was told you wanted to see me. Which is good, because I had something to tell you.”
“Wait, me first. Thank you for taking care of me. Though you did injure me in the first place.” Her laugh is like a child’s, with a little snort that makes me relax a little bit more.
“It’s okay, nothing really, I just wish I could do more. Because, well, Kiera, I have to tell you - I really like you.”