[Five days since he regained consciousness]
He wakes up, and as usual, Kyle is right there, alongside Mrs. Jenna; ready to carry out his morning check up. He apologises for sleeping till late. They smile and wave it off, as usual.
Of course, his functions are normal. His wounds and bruises are healing, and there is nothing wrong with his blood-pressure, or his lungs or his eye-sight...
They smile and speak softly with him, while helping him into day-clothes. Night ones are a pale blue, while during the day, he wore blue. Always.
Personally, he liked daytime. There were people, sounds, sunlight....
At night, it was simply silence. He had pleaded Kyle to stay with him, to just stay, he could do anything he wished, but please stay close to him, keep him company. Yesterday, Kyle did stay..., even if it was only until midnight, and because he was on duty. He cried, and begged "please don't go...".
He had begged Mrs. Jenna to stay too... but she simply stroked his cheek, saying she would, if she could.. but, being the Mother nurse, she could not just show special care to one patient.. although it did not stop her from taking a very long time to do his check up and spend some more minutes with him.
She loved the young man with blue eyes... there was no real reason... but she loved him. It felt like looking at a son she never had. At times when she was having a break, their conversations often came into her mind. He was a little child... it was bittersweet...
And he was trying to get her attention.
He looked at Mrs. Jenna.. she was lost in thought. "It's always rude to disturb when someone is thinking..." he smiles ruefully and turns towards Kevin; who was covering his mouth with his hand and trying to suppress a chuckle. Kyle...
Kyle was handsome. He was medium built, with dark hair that was stuck up, all over the place... and had soft brown eyes. He often tried to cheer him up, telling him (what he thought as) funny things that he learned during med-school. And he always did his very best to be gentle while helping him. He liked Kyle...
And now Mrs. Jenna says /he/'s not paying attention. She sounds annoyed, but he knows she's being her usual funny self.
He decides to ask her once more. But.. the moment he opens his mouth, she averts her eyes and begins to tuck him in, suddenly very interested in his bed linen. He sighs and looks at the bed covers too...
So there was no one....
No one was asking about a missing person that had blue eyes or.... light coloured hair ("Silver~!", as Mrs. Jenna often corrected other staff members) or... no.
The person who was in charge of information on missing persons was so tired of their questioning that, now he almost always avoided Mrs. Jenna. Even Kyle and several other nurses, remarked that "he sees one of us in the corridor and whoosh!, flees in the other direction!" They have a little laugh... but soon, when he's alone, loneliness returns, hand in hand with rejection.
Didn't anyone miss him, like he was missing them...?
