Three Thousand Miles(12)

I look at the plate of soup and a tasteless yogurt that I have been given once again. And I can’t help but feel annoyed with Dr James for the food that he has insisted that I eat. I put down the spoon and look over to the door. I can hear people talk out in the hallway but I have no idea of whose voice I am hearing. I sit up a little further and move my head back and forth but I still cannot see anyone. I give up and rest my head against the pillow. I see Katharine’s bag lying on the floor as I wait for her to come out of the bathroom. I notice that she has not had a single text from Michael in the two hours that she has been here. Surely that cannot be a good sign. Or possibly it’s just what normal people do in relationships. I can only base my thoughts on the matter strictly from my own experiences and that was Adrian calling or emailing every hour of every day. Worrying about me and wondering whom I was talking to. Thinking back on it now I realise how obsessive he actually is. I understand now, where Sophie was coming from, he was controlling and I did what he said. I felt that I needed to please him and that I should be loyal and respect the way he is. He had a terrible ordeal as a child and that mirrors his actions today. He wishes that he were normal in the way he is controlling. However, to me that is just Adrian and if he weren’t that way then would I love him the way that I do? I desired the way he cared and the way he talked as if I were his for all eternity. I loved his cool presence and the silence in which he stayed whenever we were in his car. I always found that a little odd but again it was just one of those little things that define and make him who he is. I would never change a single thing about him I love his temper and all of his flaws. Its sounds crazy but that is the way that I feel. I would give everything I have just for one text or email from him. I am plagued by the thought of never seeing him again.

“That bathroom is huge, is this a luxury room?” Katharine says as she pours out of the bathroom door and seats herself down once again on the chair.

“I don’t know I am pretty sure this is just a standard room.”

“Anyway how are feeling?” Katharine says changing the subject.

“Fine but I am starving and this food is awful,” I say squinting my face at the very thought of it. Katharine rises up and looks at the tray she takes the spoon and swirls the soup around in the bowl. She twists her face at the very look of it.

“That looks terrible do they actually expect you eat that?” I laugh a little.

“I guess so Dr James insisted he choose my meals for me.”

“Why?” She says looking confused.

“He said that I am not up to eating big meals or something all I know is that I am starved.”

“That’s awful I feel so bad.”

“Don’t be,” I say smiling at her as I push the tray to one side.

“Alanna, what’s going on with you and Adrian?” Katharine says and I am apprehensive to what she is saying.

“What do you mean?”

“Alanna, why isn’t he here?” I look down at my hands and they begin to sweat. I do not like the thought of Adrian not being here but I hate to talk it about even more.

“I have no idea,”

“Come on Alanna, what’s going on?” She says as she pushes this matter further.

“I really don’t know, the last time that I spoke to him everything was fine and he was on his way to college to meet me. I am just as shocked about this as you are.” She sighs and looks to me.

“I don’t know what his problem is.”

“You said you saw him at that day I was brought in, didn’t he talk to you about anything?”

“Not really, I could clearly see that he was distraught about everything.”

“But didn’t you talk to him and try to comfort him?”

“Alanna, I don’t think he is my biggest fan and even if I did try to soothe him do you really think that he would let me?” I push my hair back from my face and exhale. I throw my head back and look to the ceiling.

“You are right, he wouldn’t have let you, he is too private for that and he doesn’t really know you. Katharine, has Michael heard from him?” I say and my hearts skips beats until Katharine answers.

“I don’t think so.”

“You have to be sure.”

“He talks to his father a lot on the phone and I hear him ask about Adrian but there is nothing to tell. I don’t think that anyone has seen him or heard from him.”

“This can’t be! Why is he acting like this?” I say almost shouting at Katharine as if she somehow has all the answers.

“I don’t know Alanna, I got the feeling that he blames himself for what happened.” I shift nervously.