Ferguson’s POVThe monitor kept beating softly reminding us that there was still life, Megan kept forwarding some pitiful glances towards me but Jimmy... if he was allowed, he would throw me off the hospital roof without a second thought and that’s a hundred percent valid.“I need to go out for a second, keep an eye on him,” Jimmy said loud enough for me to hear, I was still sat next to Stella who was fast asleep.The minute Jimmy left, Megan placed her hand on my shoulder, “she wouldn’t want you to worry and you didn’t expect something like that to happen, if anyone should get guilty, it should me, I invited her out and hence... this.”Her voice broke, she was trying hard not to cry, I raised my hand to pat her palm, “thanks... I need to use the restroom, I’ll be out soon,” she turned and left.I took out my phone to call Jonathan; we need to end these stunts before it’s gets too messy, after the first ring, he picked up then a nurse came in to attend to Stella.“Hey man, were you ab
Stella’s POVI needed a break.The last several days were a blur. Ferguson playing that nothing had happened, Jonathan giving weird hints every opportunity he had, me playing the role of not falling even harder for someone who did not even know how deeply he occupied my heart.And so, when Megan rang me again in the morning, I said yes and I could do nothing to stop myself.“I’ll come over,” I told her.She squealed through the phone. “Finally! Wear something cute, we’re going out for brunch.”I smiled a little. “Megs, it’s just brunch.”“Yeah, with me. That’s always an event.”Ferguson was in his office when I peeked in. He looked up immediately. “Where are you going?”“Megan’s,” I said, grabbing my purse. “She’s been nagging me nonstop.”His brows drew together slightly. “You sure you’re okay to go alone?”I laughed softly. “I’m not a child, Ferguson.”He sighed. “Just… be careful.”“I will.”I didn't wait for him to argue. Perhaps, I needed to remind him that I had a world to go. O
Ferguson’s POVI wasn’t supposed to hear it.But I did.Her voice was low, careful, almost scared to be honest but the words hit harder than any bullet ever could.She liked me.Or maybe she didn’t.Hell, I didn’t even know anymore. All I knew was that hearing her talk about “playing safe” made something in me twist.I sat there, with my eyes half shut and my head on her shoulder, and I was acting asleep when my head. The closeness of her voice, how she was whispering on the phone to Megan, it was too realistic.“You can’t leave him or you’re in love with him, which one?”That was what her friend said.And when Stella didn’t answer right away… yeah, that silence said everything.And when Stella did not answer so immediately... that was all you needed to know.I had a desire to open my eyes and say that I experienced it the same.It was that I should not be sleeping because I was tired, but because I could not continue to look at her without wanting more.After she hung up I could have
Stella POVI don’t know why I chose to wear his hoodie, but I just felt it was comfortable and the right thing to wear.But his expression made me rethink some things, “should I go take it off?” I asked calmly, we were already in a pickle, I didn’t want it to make it worse.“No...” he stuttered a bit, like he was somehow entranced by me, “you look good in it... have a seat, let’s have dinner,” he drew out a seat for me.“Thank you,” my voice came in more like a whisper, “so are we like having pizza or chicken?”He burst into a crazy laugh making me look awkward, “I’m sorry but no...” he went into the kitchen and brought out a tray of food.He simply placed it on our table and headed back to get wine and sat calmly, “I know you have been stressed out taking care of me since the incident and I don’t know if there’s a better way to tell you that I’m grateful than taking care of you as well.”“And that’s by calling a restaurant and getting them to deliver a high-class meal to the house...
Ferguson’s POV*A WEEK LATER*A breath of relaxation escaped my lips when the doctor changed the final stitch, it’s been a whole week since the incident, Claudia left without a word and Stella became bossier than ever.I don’t blame her though; I’m a bit stubborn but I have a freaking company to run.“So, doc, can I finally do some work? Like actual work,” I said, the side of my eyes facing Stella.The doc let out a small laugh after noticing my facial direction, “yes you can, but you still need to be careful, you don’t want a third tear.”Stella raised her face like she had just won an invisible battle, “thanks doc, I keep telling him, but you know...” she faced me with a wide grin on her face, “men.”Is that supposed to be a diss or a compliment...The doctor chuckled softly, scribbling down something on a piece of paper, “you’ll need to get this at the pharmacy,” he handed it over to Stella.Great! More drugs...She nodded gently as the doctor quietly left the room, Stella quickly
Stella’s POV“I’m going to the store,” I said from the doorway.He looked up from his book. “I can come with you.”“No.” I crossed my arms. “You’re not leaving this house, Ferguson.”He smiled faintly. “You sound like my mother.”“Good. Maybe you’ll listen for once.”He chuckled, raising his hands in defeat. “Fine. Don’t be long.”“I won’t.”My bag was picked up and I took my departure before he could persuade me otherwise. The outside air was raw, had too much sun, yet felt good to get so much more airing than anxiety.On the one hand, it was one week after that stormy night, and I still woke up and heard him falling.It was a fairly long stroll to the store, passing by a fair number of cars, with kids screaming in the faraway. I nearly felt like being normal.I selected some fruits, bread, and painkillers on the inside. When I made the payment I noticed myself in the shop mirror.Tired eyes. Weak smile.I shook my head. “Get a grip, Stella.”As I went out into the world, everything