They say real love doesn't meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.
And what a bloody mess it was when Aaliyah Rosario and Zion Tanner met each other.
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𝗦𝗵𝗲 is a mix of a strong heart, fragile mind and an exhausted body a...
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"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are gray-"
Someone's very soft singing was what I heard the first time I barely regained my consciousness. It was very soft, perhaps a mumble. The soft mumbling slowly turned into humming. I tried to open my eyes to tell the person to keep singing but my body felt hefty. The darkness in front of me grew bigger and bigger, big enough to envelop me whole. The sweet humming along with someone fidgeting with my fingers lured me into another mind-numbing slumber.
The next time I woke up, I regretted opening my eyes the very same second. The bright sun rays entering the room through the open curtains nearly blinded me. I let out a loud groan at the throbbing in my head. The pinch of the needle on my arm and the plain white walls were a clear indication that I was in a fucking hospital. The woman from last night was, in fact, real and was now laying her head on my left hand, sleeping soundly.
Did I or did I not fucking tell her to not take me to a fucking hospital? Everything about last night was fucking hazy. I only remembered some main events such as me getting hurt, the woman helping me and then almost murdering one of those guys.
I tried to remove my hand that was underneath her head but failed. Frustration took over me and if my right side wasn't injured I would've slapped the side of my head hard. Few minutes of me just laying in the squeaky bed and staring at the ceiling, I almost lost my patience until a nurse entered through the door. She barely looked at me before slamming a glass of water on the bedside table and walking out.
Does she even know that her patient is awake?
The slamming of the glass on the table woke the woman. She jerked awake and looked around frantically. "Good morning," I wished her dryly and clenched my left hand to get rid of the tingling feeling. Her eyes widened before they filled with tears. On a second note, I don't remember shit about last night other than this woman only crying the whole night.
"You're awake-"
"No shit," I mumbled under my breath but luckily she didn't hear me because she was interrupted by the Doctor who slammed the door open and entered.
Can they go around without slamming shit for once?
My headache increased because of the door slam and I fight down the urge to strangle the fucking Doctor. "Good morning mister.....?", the doctor greeted me but he was already on my shit list for slamming the door so I completely ignored his question and shot a question of my own at him. "When can I leave? And send me the bill too." I honestly didn't know what the fuck I was going to do when I get the hospital bill because I had zero to none money with me after last night.
