alright. Just..."
I stared at him, blinking, then I
laughed.
He looked at me with the funniest
expression of confusion I thought I'd ever seen.
"Sadie?"
"Ohhh." I grabbed his hand
and pulled him back into his chair. "No. I'm fine. You're just
so warm. "
"Oh," he said.
"It feels nice," I said. "I like it."
For good measure, I added, "I'm not trying to come on to you. I'm
sorry if it sounds that way."
"Oh," he said. "No, that's fine? Huh.
So you like the warmth?"
"Yes." I nodded. "A lot."
"Why are you so cold?" he asked. "Is
it because...?"
Because I was a zombie. That's what he
wanted to ask, I could tell, but I appreciated him being nice about
it. "Yes," I said. "I think so. We're all like this. Me and the
others."
The others, I thought. I was one of
them and Evan wasn't. He was someone else far apart from what I was
or what they were. I didn't know if I really belonged here talking
with him. I didn't know if it would cause issues with him, either.
Did he have someone waiting somewhere? Would they know he'd talked
with me? If I stayed near him, would he turn into a zombie
too?
"I want to help," he said all of a
sudden, snapping me away from my depressing thoughts.
"What do you mean?" I
asked.
"There's something wrong. I don't know
what it is, and I don't know if anyone knows, but there's something
wrong with..."
He paused. I finished his sentence for
him. "With me."
"No!" Evan stared at me hard. I could
see the fire in his eyes like the warmth in his hands, steady and
fierce. He touched me, placed his hand on my cheek again. "Ugh. I'm
not good at this. I don't know how to say it. There's nothing wrong
with you or anyone, Sadie. But... what's happened? Yes. What's
happened isn't your fault, or anyone's fault, really. I want to fix
it. I don't know how, or if I can, but I want to try."
I stared at him, more attentive than
I'd felt in months. The look in his eyes, the way he kept his hand
pressed against my cheek, his steady demeanor and his refusal to
back down; it captivated me. Pulsing, matching the rhythm of his
heartbeat, waves of incandescent heat spread from his hand to me. I
held my hands against the back of his, worrying he might let go of
my cheek if I didn't.
"I would like to think you can," I
said. "I don't know how you would, though. I'm not sure it's
possible."
Evan nodded. "I don't know,
either. I've been studying, though. See?" He grabbed his book with
his free hand and showed it to me: Robbins
Pathologic Basis for Disease . "Not that,
um, you have a disease or anything. I found the medical student
curriculum in one of the offices here and this book was on the
required reading list."
"Are you a doctor?" I
asked.
"No. Not quite. I'm an EMT. Or..." He
paused and looked at me with a strained look for a moment. Not
quite at me, though, but past me. Through me. "I was an EMT. I'm
not sure there's really such a thing anymore, though. I wanted to
go to medical school and become a doctor. Or maybe a PA. I didn't
have a chance before everything kind of went crazy. That doesn't
mean I can't still do it, though. It won't be the same,
but..."
"You're brave," I said. "It doesn't
matter if you can't technically do it. I think you're very brave
for wanting to do it anyways."
He smiled. "Thanks."
I felt shy, unsure if I should do
this, but I decided to go for it. Leaning towards him, I kissed his
cheek.
I nearly fell out of my chair,
paralyzed by the feeling of his warmth against my lips. My body
froze, tightened, and I couldn't move away. Nor did I want to move
away. The heat, the pleasure, from something so simple as a kiss on
the cheek exploded inside me like a fiery blaze.
"Sadie?" Evan said; but I was
somewhere far away and couldn't hear him. "Sadie! Sadie, are you
alright?"
He pulled me away and held my
shoulders, looking hard at me. With my lips gone from his cheek, I
felt some semblance of regularity returning. I'd felt imbalanced
while kissing him, knocked out of equilibrium, like gravity