They took the trip in dead silence. Neither of them could find the words to explain the strong connection they each felt. Patrick’s clammy hands slid from the steering wheel, and he quickly wiped them dry on his trousers. His mind was infiltrated with hundreds of thoughts. Tell her how you feel, he thought. He wish he had the nerve to just pull the car over and kiss her, but self control kicked in. He glanced over in her direction, trying to gauge how she feeling. Sister Bernadette sat rigidly in the seat, her hands placed properly in her lap. He would thought she was statue if he hadn’t been able to see her chest rise and fall with every breath. He could hear every hitched breath she took, signaling that she was just as nervous as he was. She stared straight ahead, keeping her eyes focused on the road.
After what felt like a never-ending journey, the outline of the sanatorium was in view. As the car got closer, Patrick could feel a knot in his stomach begin to form. He was dreading this moment. How could he possibly leave her here?
Patrick pulled the car up in front of the building, and put the car in park. They sat in silence, watching as the windshield started to collect rain droplets. He slowly reached for the door, trying to drag out this moment as long as possible. He approached Sister Bernadette’s side and helped her out of the car.
“The triple treatment be miraculous,” He said to her, praying that she couldn’t hear the shaking in his voice.
“We shall see,” the nun replied. Patrick handed Sister Bernadette her suitcase, the hands briefly touching in the exchange. The touch sent heat throughout Patrick’s body, as well as nerves. Leaving her was killing him. Years ago Marianne went into the hospital, and never came out. He couldn’t bear to lose her, too.
“Thank you, doctor,” Sister Bernadette said quietly, interrupting Patrick’s thoughts. “You’ve been…. more than kind.” As Sister Bernadette turned to leave him, Patrick couldn’t think of anything appropriate to say. He watched her walk away, tortured by the thousands of things he wish he could tell her. When she was out of sight, he whispered quietly to himself, “I love you.”
Sorry I’ve been MIA everyone, back to school has been killer. I’ll probably be pretty quiet on here for a while, but here’s a preview for a Teen Titans print I’ll be selling for a charity event! More details coming soon, can’t wait to show it to you guys!
Thank you so much for the support! I’m honestly happy that this many people are interested in this blog! Running it has been a fun ride from the very beginning, and I don’t see it ending anytime soon. Also, I reached a moment right now in which I feel like I’m breaking through with my art style and process, and getting closer to what I want to do – so all the more reason to celebrate!!
My country is celebrating 100 years of independence this year and we are also achieving marriage equality on the 1st of March. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate our achievements as a nation than celebrating equality and human rights. Congratulations, Finland, may there be many more victories such as this and may your freedom last a thousand years!
(yes, the Finnish flag appears backwards because she’s waving it around)