I can't even cry anymore. I 've used up all of my tears and although I constantly feel the need to have them burning down my cheekbone, not even this much needed moist on my skin can now redeem the ache of my shuttered heart. I pick up my suitcase from the conveyor belt, but I cannot handle the weight and I harshly fall on the airport's floor with the heavy object pinning me down, unable to move and free my weak underweight body.
I look up to see a tall dark figure in a suit, lifting the weight off me and offering me a hand. I don't even look at him and I push away the projected hand, rising myself up. I look like a child in front of this man and I take a step backwards when he ironically says, "You are welcome".
I do not answer or even blink, as I turn myself around and start walking away from him.
"Here... let me give you a hand" he says, already lifting me up. It seemed as if someone was lifting a child’s doll from the floor, the way his big strong arms effortlessly picked me up.
"I never asked for your help" I managed to say in my desperation. The shock was obvious in my eyes. I haven't been able to articulate a single word for more than six months. He somehow realized the state of shock I was in and his annoyed look turned into a worried one.
"I... I am sorry" I barely whispered. I am a little lost and I haven't been using words for so long that I feel the words scratching my throat while coming out of my mouth. It’s like I don't know how to communicate verbally anymore. My eyes are on the floor, looking at the man's black leather shoes, while I exhaustedly try to gather all my strength to escape to the nearest exit, struggling to manage my heavy luggage along the way.
As I wait at the line for a taxi, I see people queuing for what seems to be an hour's waiting. All I can think of, is that I don't have the physical strength to wait there standing for that long. I haven't properly eaten in days thanks to my eating disorder and this isn't helping my body to endure what only seems to me as an impossible task.
I leave the line and try to find myself another way of getting to my destination. I am crossing the road, still having great difficulty in pulling along my luggage when suddenly the wheels get caught somewhere and I now find myself on the asphalt next to the cursed object that I know grew to hate, as my strong grip at the handle, pulls me down with it before I manage to let go.
"Are you ok Miss?" he asks, while pulling me up from the floor.
Looking at all of my belongings scattered in the middle of the road, I allow my desperation to take over and before I can even say another word, everything becomes black.
I wake up laying down in a bed, in what seems to be a hospital room and my head is aching, feeling extremely heavy. I look around and I am all alone. Not much later a nurse approaches me with a smile on her face, taking my blood pressure and body temperature, while assuring me that I am ok and letting me know that the doctor should be here soon. I decide to remain laid down, as I honestly don't think I can stand on my feet without falling again.
His point of view.
I pick her up and place her back on the bed and I rush out from the room to get the doctor. I am wondering what is wrong with this girl and I am hoping it's not something contagious, because besides holding her so close to my face just seconds ago, I also have her blood dried all over my white shirt and hands, from when I picked her up, after the first time she 'd passed out and hit her head hard on the side of the pavement's edge, back at the airport.
As I walk down the long empty corridors, trying to find a doctor, I finally spot a blond woman with a stethoscope in one of the rooms and I ask for her help. After telling her what happened, she excuses herself from the other patient she was examining, now following me in that woman's room.
As the doctor examines her, I am thinking of a way out of this mess, that I unwillingly found myself into. Sure, I couldn't leave her there bleeding, as obviously she was traveling alone, but I cannot be responsible for her any longer. I am already late for my meeting and especially today was the most important one of them all, as my company's group is about to buy my biggest competitive's remains, after we had already won over some of his most profitable accounts.
I don't have the time for any of these and here I am in a hospital room, the only person they thought was responsible for this woman who's name I didn't even know. Who is she and where is she from, why was she so rude back at the airport, when I only tried to help her and most importantly what's wrong with her health? What if she has something contagious and incurable, while I was stupid enough to be exposed to it? I could have asked from my driver to pick her up and carry her here, but no...I had to be fucking Captain America myself.
I wait for the doctor to finish the examination, before I ask how she is. She explains that she is very weak, she has a mild concussion and her blood pressure is extremely low, but she can't really give me a diagnose yet. Not before she has the blood results and x-rays in her hands, to see if anything is broken or if there is an internal bleeding.
"I can't wait that long and I won't. Call me when the results are out" I angrily demand while running out of the room.
"Wait!" I hear the doctor calling me in anger. "Where do you think you are going? She can't be left alone." She is now practically yelling at me.
"I understand you do not know my non existing relationship with this woman and you assumed that I have something to do with her, but I don't even know her." I yell back. "I was only kind enough to bring her here but I have no responsibility over her and I really have to go. Hell, I don't even know her name".
The doctor's eyes turn towards me in a judging way and I can see what she is thinking. That I should be at least a little concerned for this woman, when I was the one to bring her in and she obviously didn't have anyone else to help her.
I turn back to see her looking pale as a sheet. She was light as a feather when I picked her up in my arms… twice already. Laying here all alone in a hospital room, with a cracked head and a concussion, sure I do feel sorry for her, but she isn't my problem. I 've done more than one should and I am running so late, that I practically missed the meeting.
When I reach the parking lot, I remember I told my driver to go get her a new suitcase, to replace the one that was broken.
"Fuck!" I shout out angrily as the realisation hits me. "Where are you?" I scream to my driver over the phone. I know it's not his fault he is not here yet, but I can no longer contain the built up anger from what seems to be a disastrous day.
"I am five minutes away sir" he answers calmly. I hang up the phone and light a cigarette. I try to organise the rest of the day in my head and save all that I can, but I am relieved to see my car taking the turn towards where I stand. I open the door and tell him off the seat. I take the driver's seat and I am thinking how to get to my meeting asap.
"Get her the suitcase and stay with her. Call me when she wakes up and inform me of her status. Oh ... and find your way back to the firm by noon" I slam the door and hit the gas hard.