Unsaid Things - A Lauren Cimorelli Love Story

Chapter 27 - Lost in My Thoughts

            

Lauren's POV

"Hello Ms. Lauren, long time no see!" Skilar's nurse laughed as I turn the corner.

"Haha I told Skilar I would stop by and bring her some leftovers from dinner." I responded, holding up a to-go container filled with food.

She shook her head in fake annoyance. "What, is our food not good enough for her?"

I scratched my head. "Er, no, I mean, she didn't mean-"

She cut me off with a laugh and a little wave of her hand. "I'm just messing with you. I would be pretty tired of this hospital food if I had to eat it every day. Plus, Skilar tells me your mother is quite the cook so I don't blame her."

"Ha, of course she said that. Skilar is too nice for her own good." I said shaking my head with a smile.

The nurse raised her eyebrows a bit and gave me a little smirk. "That girl in there," she said motioning to Skilar's room, "is one-of-a-kind. I'm gonna miss her when she leaves."

I smiled in response. Her and the other staff that had worked with Skilar had become so attached with her in such a short amount of time. It's inevitable really. She just has that effect on people.

"So, you," She added, snapping me back to reality, "make sure to take good care of her." She added with a wink as she shuffled through some paperwork

I felt the color rise in my cheeks as I tried to play off what she was implying. "I-I don't know what your referring to." I said unconvincingly.

Her gaze softened as she looked back up at me. "Honey, you aren't hiding anything. I see the way you two are together. Gosh, it makes me remember the days when I was young and in love." She finished with a sigh, stacking some files together. "Don't let that one go, Lauren. She needs you just as much as you need her." She said a little more seriously before grabbing her stack of files and walking away.

I looked at her thoughtfully. Wait, the days when I was young and in love... Does she think that Skilar and I... are in love? Wait, are we in love? I started to feel myself get a little queasy. I don't even think I know what love is. I mean, yes of course I love my family and my friends, but being in love... that's completely different. I've never even been with a person this seriously before. And I'm not even sure if Skilar and I were that serious. We'd never even been on a date before! How can you love someone if you haven't even gone out on a real date? And also, how the heck was I supposed to know what being in love felt like? Like, is there a checklist when you're dating someone and when you cross off enough things you know you're in love? In the movies they say "you just know," but I mean how accurate is that? If you just know, then how do you know, you know? I shook my head. Gosh, Lauren you're freaking out over nothing. It was just a comment, stop overanalyzing everything.

I took a deep breath and stepped into her room, hoping she wouldn't be able to tell I had just been freaking out a second before. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, a smile spreading across her face. I couldn't help but smile back. I loved how happy she was to see me, it just made me feel special.

Her eyes trailed down to the container in my hand. "Yes! I knew you would come through Laur!" She exclaimed happily, sitting up.

"Of course I did!" I playfully scoffed as I took the seat by her bed. "Who do you think I am?"

"Lauren Christine Cimorelli. Born on August 12, 1998." She said, holding a finger up matter-of-factly.

I rolled my eyes. "It was a rhetorical question lady. Now shut up and eat your food before I take it back."