The Elementals #1, Kiki XoXo [book club suggestions txt] 📗

lips start getting colder again. Then the door opens, and I see Molly face as her smile is contagious.  "Oh, Lyra! You're awake!" She beams, running over and hugging me. She smells like food, and good food. "I bet you are hungry!" She continues, naming of food that she could make me and I just nod. I feel like I could eat a whole entire cow right now!

 

"No sugar Molly." Dr. Drake warns her, and she scoffs.

 

"But she just woke up! She deserves cookie and cake!" She smiles at him.

 

"Doesn't mean she needs it though."  he smiles back, and I nod in agreement. No sugar, that sounds fair.  "After she finishes eating I would like to have her come to my room, that way I can take a couple tests. Harmless, I just want to figure out what going on in there." He says placing a finger on my forehead, now I shiver. The two adults don't seem to notice. Leaving the room with Molly, I glance back at the doctor. He is rubbing his forehead, his eyes closed. Something is bugging him, I hope it's not me! Following Molly to the kitchen, the two of talk about how I wont go to school until Dr. Drake figures out everything that is going on with me.  I push away that worry, thank god! I recognize the kitchen doors up ahead of us, but we take a sharp right into another room that is full of people eating! The dinning room. My jaw drops. The holts are sitting and eating, along with Garret and the other elementals.

 

"You know." I whisper and stop walking. "I'm not feeling to good, I'm just going to go back to Dr. Drake." I say, trying to wiggle out of her hold on my arm.

 

"What about me?" He says behind me, I spin. What ever was bugging him before, is seemingly gone now.

 

"Oh nothing!" Molly says pulling me to the chair between  Garret and her. Dr. Drake takes a seat in chair across from Molly. No one says anything to me, so everyone must get that I'm not in the mood to be questioned. I hop into a small conversation with Flora and Asia, getting the chance to get to know her a little bit. They talk about random things, but nothing from the past, nothing that will upset me. I was so hungry, but now I'm not really eating. My plate of course though is stuffed,  full of food from Molly. Pushing my plate forward a bit, I try to catch Molly's attention so I can excuse myself.  She is to into her conversation with the king and queen.  Looking back at Flora and Asia, they are in a conversation with one of the servers, just chit chatting to see if he will give them extra desert.  Sliding  my eyes over the doctor, he is watching me. I pause, and I try and read his face. He smiles, a second and I smile back. Damn.

 

"You should probably eat." He says smirking at me, and I glance at the pushed away plate. Sneaky fellow he is, he seen me push it away.  I pull it closer grabbing my fork,  and take a smal bite of the corn on my plate. "That's better." He  says, and he takes a drink of wine I think it is. Then I push the plate back again, nope not feeling the eating part.

 

"Hey hunny you feeling okay?" Garret asks, and rubs my back. Good, now I can get out of here!

 

"No, I'm feeling a little sick, like . . . vomiting sick." I whisper the last couple words.

 

"Do you want me to show you to a bathroom?" He asks, I shake my head.

 

"I'll find my way." I says, pushing my chair out from the table.

 

"Hey what are you doing?" Molly asks me, and grabs my wrist.

 

"I'm gonna go find a rest room." I inform her, and she lets go of me. Another chair slides across the floor.

 

"I'll go with her. I'm finished anyways. " Dr. Drake says,  I pause. Then once he is by my side, I continue walking.  "Your welcome." He sighs, walking next to me. I nod, I'm getting jittery. Just us two, and we're walking somewhere. 

 

"So, you wanted to take some tests?" I sigh, and he hmm's mhh's.  "Well, lets get the show on the road." I say stoping, I have no clue where this room is he wanted me to go to so he will have to lead the way.

 

"First, you should eat something." He says grabbing my hand, and we walk back in the direction we came. I try and pull out of his grip even though I really don't want to, I just really don't want to go back in that room.  "I'm taking you to the kitchen!" He says, and I stop fighting.  "I will cook you something." He adds, and my stomach grumbles. He laughs, and heat rushes to my face. We continue walking hand in hand, to the huge wooden doors. Opening them up, we are meet with an empty kitchen, he switches a switch  and light flicker on.

 

Leading me to the island, he pulls out one of the stools. I take a seat, and watch him get to work. Once he finally decides what to make me,  He turns on the stove, and grabs a pot filling it with water. Once it's filled he sets it on the hot spot, boiling the water. Rumaging through the cabinets he finds what he is looking for. Spaghetti noodles?!

 

"Oh! Are you making Spaghetti? It's one of the meals I actually no how to cook, school taught me something!" I say, and he chuckles.

 

"Thought you didn't feel good?" He looks at me suspiciously. I rub my brow, darn him.  "Besides, it will take me like two minutes to do." He adds. Now I look at him suspiciously. Then he moves with such speed, that I can barely see him! Oh right vampire. Then he is in the chair next to me, looking at the stoves clock.  "Told you."

 

"So he has  a funny side." I snicker, and he looks fake offended. We sit in quiet a moment, and then I dare to ask him a question. "So, what happened to me. . . the other day?" I ask, I can by the look on his face he knew it was coming. He looks ahead in deep though, maybe he wont tell me. Although I think I deserve to know, espicially if it keeps happening. I turn in my chair so I'm facing him, laying my hands in my lap. Aren't patients supposed to know whats wrong with them? He can't keep this a secret, isn't that illegal?

 

"Lyra, it's hard to explain. I'm unsure exactly what happened to you the other day, but I'm positive it was something supernatural." He says, getting up then he uses his speed again. Seconds later there is a plate of spaggetti is placed in front of me. Then a fork, and he is seating in the chair next to me again. "You have to try it."  he sighs, gesturing to the food. Grabbing my fork, I twirl some on to my fork and take a bite.  "I'm not your mother, but..." he sighs, leaning back in the chair.

 

"This is really good! Did you like go to school for this?" I ask, swirling another bite on the fork.

 

"No, I've just had that much practice." He says, I look at him. He is watching me, watching how a react, to him talking about himself. His age, and what he is. It doesn't bug me, at all. Infact I smile at him.

 

"Well you can come and cook for me anytime!" I laugh taking another bite.

 

"I'll keep that in mind." He says, "So, you don't have to worry about school I heard." He  adds,  he must remember what I said earlier about missing school.

 

"Yeah, Molly said I don't have to go until you give her the thumbs up. So I guess my fate is in your hands." I smirk, then rethink what I said. "I mean, at least my school career is." I add, looking down at my spaggetti. I just made things to awkward in my mind. I really need to start thinking before I speak!

 

"Is it now... hmmm, maybe I just wont send you back." He sighs, rubbing his chin like people do in movies. I laugh, and then all awkwardness is gone. While I eat we just talk about what is favorite thing to cook is, and hs favorite hobby. Then we move on to me, my favorites hobbies and movies. Once I finish eating, I grab the plate before he can, making my way to the sinks I do the dishes. We carry on conversation, until I finish putting them away. Not mention the couple times I had to tell him to sit down because I can was dishes by myself. "You're stuborn. You know that?" He says, as I lean against the counter with a smile.  He just laughs.

 

"You are to." I reply, and he scoffs. "You are! I heard about how you didn't want to leave the room while I was still sleeping, and you wouldn't quit asking to help me with dishes." I remind him, and he scoffs again. Now I have one question burning inside of me. I turn around on the bar so I'm facing  the oposite way then him.  "By the way... why didn't you want to leave my room? I was just sleeping." I say, thank god he can't see my face. I'm scared to here the answer to his question, if he answers. What if it's something like, I had to make sure you didn't die, or like I had to make sure you didn't start on fake fire again! I rub my forehead, I should've left it alone! A huge part of me is hoping that he will answer, and that his answer will be something like I didn't want to leave you because I love you and I want to be with you. Keep dreaming Lyra. I rub my forehead for the fourth time in the past two minutes.  Why do I feel like this about him? It can't be healthy, that I'm falling in love with my doctor. It's really bad too, I crave his touch, and his eyes consume me every time I look in them. He voice is like silk, combined with velvet.  His laugh, oh god his laugh.

 

"Lyra!" He whispers all of a sudden in front of me. I jump holy crap! He scared me, but damn he is sexy while doing it! His hands are on each side of me gripping the counter. He is standing as close as he can with out actually touching me. "Your mind is so hard to follow." He whispers, his eyes closed. He is reading my mind? Oh no!  I'm sitting here imagining how cute and hot and sexy he is! He probably thinks I'm a creeper! Lyra stop thinking!  But having him this close, is making me feel even more jittery. The craving, for his touch is so strong I almost reach out and grab him myself!

 

Scanning over his body I stop at his lips. They look very nice, and kissable. What happened to the no more thinking? It gets harder for me to breath, I gottab calm down and think about failing tests and being put into a  pit of snakes. God his lips though! What is wrong with me!

 

"Lyra," He whisper even quieter then before, and I look up at him slowly. Not looking him exactly in the eyes, I decide that I will look at his nose. "Lyra." He sighs, grabbing my chin in one hand moving it so my eyes are on his. Oh my knees start to quiver! "Lyra, there isn't anything wrong with you." He answers my unspoken question. This is not fair, he can read my mind, but I can't read his! I