Chapter 8
Our days
L uckily I woke up in an empty room, everyone left pretty quickly yesterday, I decided to stay in the dorm anyway and Sebastian seems to have made good friends with the boys. And girls.
Today is Sunday, so I will be doing homework for the week.
I didn't always know who I wanted to be, but I always knew who I definitely didn't want to be - a doctor, so now I'm in my third year of medical school. In the future, I plan to be a cardiologist. Irony, isn't it?
I get up and look out the window, and even though it's September, it's terribly hot outside, I cover my face from the sun's rays that fall directly on me.
"Hi, mom," I yawn.
"Good morning," she answers briefly. I know she's not mad, but she'd rather die than lose this fight.
"Okay, forgive me, I shouldn't have talked to you like that," I finally answer and put some things in my backpack.
Sunday is the only day I can have a bath in peace because I take it at Sebastian's house. He goes about his business, and I enjoy the solitude and silence.
"Oh, sweetheart, please forgive me," mother sighs. "I will now send you money to your card."
"No need mom, actually, I wanted to ask you if you could talk to my uncle about my internship in his private hospital," I rub the back of my head.
"Well," my mother stops." You know how difficult it is to get this internship, they only take you there after the fifth year, I don't even know," she speaks gently, trying not to offend me.
"Mom, I'm going to die soon, and my uncle loves me, so talk to him about this stupid internship," I say as politely as possible. Not exactly, but I'm trying.
I love how the phrase "I'm going to die soon" affects my mom. The only chance to get what I want.
"Amelia," said mother more sternly. "There is no way you will die, that is firstly, and secondly, I will try to figure out something." "I love you," I smile.
"And I love you too," she sends me a kiss. "Are you going to see
Sebastian?"
"Yes." I put on my dark blue sports suit. "Almost ready."
"Don't forget to have breakfast."
"Okay," I groan, mom knows we hate breakfast.
"Text me later."
"Okay," I repeat. "I hang up the phone." And hang up.
I put my backpack on my shoulders and leave the dormitory. On a Sunday at this time, everyone is still sleeping, so the buses are almost empty, and I quickly get to the place I need.
On the bus, I always put on headphones, turn on music and try to disconnect from the whole world. I dream of having superpowers, then I would try to resurrect Denys, or create a world in which we are together.
I turn my back to the window, I don't know if there will ever be a thing in the whole world that will make me laugh or enjoy life, or at least start living.
Apart from, of course, medicine. I started studying anatomy three years ago, reading about various heart diseases, about ways of treatment, about new technologies that will save the world.
And now, reading scientific books almost every day, I didn't even notice that I was interested in medicine. I didn't notice that I was only looking for various diseases on the Internet, I didn't notice that I started watching TV shows about doctors instead of teenage TV shows, I didn't notice how I fell in love with this profession, even though I always hated hospitals.
I get off the bus, Sebastian lives on the second floor, so it's not too high to get. I greet his neighbours and open the door with my key.
"Sebastian," I shout.
My brother is lying on the ground half-naked, and Yara fell asleep on the sofa, KJ fell asleep sitting on the chair. Clothes and rubbish are scattered all over the flat, and there is an unpleasant smell. I don't even try to wake them up, I go to the windows and open them.
I decide to have a bath, and then deal with everything. I didn't expect this from Sebastian.
I go into the bathroom, put my things on the brown low table and start to undress. When I'm left in just my regular black underwear, I reach for the tap behind the curtain to turn on the water.
"What the hell?" shouts someone's voice, opening the curtain and I turn the water off in fright.
"What are you doing here?" I shout.
"In general, I'm sleeping, but what are you doing here?" Asks Danylo, gets up and leaves the bath.
He is wearing only yesterday's pants, no shirt, his hair is wet, and drops of water are still running down his body.
I try not to look at his body, I try to look away from his pumped up muscles. But I notice a tattoo in the form of a lightning bolt that stretches from his lower abdomen to his shoulder.
"What is it, darling, you haven't seen a man's body before?" he waves his hands in front of my face, he must have noticed how I devoured him with my gaze.
I forgot that I was standing in front of him in my underwear, but now, when Danylo's gaze fell directly on my chest, I decided to cover myself.
He smiled.
Does he think it's funny?
"Maybe you will finally get out of here?"
"Maybe so, but you hardly want it," he crosses his arms on his chest and does it on purpose, because it makes his body seem even bigger.
Because he is much taller than me, I constantly have to keep my head up and this made my neck hurt.
"What?" I am surprised. "Get out of here." He raises his hands up:
"Okay, darley, but there won't be a second chance," he leaves the bathroom and closes the door.
I exhale. Why the hell does he call me darling?
I reach for the tap again and turn it on. I start to take off my underwear, and then I remember that I didn't lock the door. I approach and reach for the handle.
"I forgot my shirt," Danylo's body falls straight into the bathroom with such force that I lose my balance. "Got you," he smiles.
His hand wraps around my waist, and my frightened face is directed at Danylo's gaze. I freeze for a second. It has been quite a while since I felt a man's hand on my naked body. In the place where Danylo's fingers gently caress my skin, I back off.
"Are you finally getting out of here?" I shout, taking his shirt lying on the washing machine and throw it right in his face.
And then I push his body out and close the door. I lean my back against the door and slowly go down. I bring my knees to me and bury my face in them.
Trying to calm my heart, which started to beat wildly, a few more beats and my watch will start ringing, I decide to take it off my hand.
I don't think about what I felt a few seconds ago when his breath filled my lungs. Not thinking at all about how his strong fingers held me.
I go into the bath, this time because of hot water, the body takes a long time to get used to it.
I don't think at all that Danylo is somewhere very close. I don't think that his body is too sexy without a shirt, I don't think that I managed to see a small scar on his lip, almost invisible to anyone.
I don't think that I think too much about Danylo.