Forget Me Not [Original]

Chapter 3 ✔

Jen

I woke up to bright lights shinning back at me. I blink a couple of times to try to clear my vision. It takes a couple of seconds, but soon the hospital room comes into focus, and I notice a sleeping Shawn sprawled out on the couch. His pink lips are slightly parted, and his eyebrows are creased. He looks... worried. I wonder why. I shake my head, trying to mentally wake up, but ceasing my actions as a headache starts to bloom. Ugh.

My mind starts to become more awake by the second, and I can't help but question as to why Shawn is still here. He barely knows me, us meeting for the first time yesterday. What a terrible meeting. At least I have someone here with me, unlike my dad. Shit. My dad! Where is he? Didn't the receptionists try and contact him? I start to panic, my breathing increasing. He hasn't showed up at all. What could possibly be more important than his daughter? But then I remember the alcohol, the countless nights he's passed out because of his endless drinking. I remember the bottle throwing, the bloodshot eyes. Eyes that used to be so happy, kind and forgiving.

I calm, realizing that I won't have to be embarrassed by his presence and the stench of alcohol that follows him. I sigh, relaxing. But a part of me feels disappointed. Disappointed because I'm still his daughter, he should still be here. Maybe even seeing me like this would be a wake up call for him, offer him some insight that he should be walking me home instead of leaving me defenseless. I still have yet to recover my memory loss, sometimes it comes back to me. And others, it doesn't. I sigh yet again in defeat. From what I gathered from Shawn and the many doctors, I was attacked and beaten. My bruises were healing and my head was recovering from the trauma, why couldn't I be released yet?

I glance back at Shawn, taking in his features. His hair is a mess, sticking out in every direction. He looks adorable with his bedhead. I giggle quietly, his soft snoring within my hearing range. I notice that he hasn't changed his clothes, still wearing the same dark jeans and jumper as yesterday. His shoes lay discarded on the floor beside my bed. How long has he been here? I wonder. He probably stayed over night with me.

I sigh, we've only just met, how come he stayed? I'm embarrassed enough by being in the hospital, unable to take care of myself with him not leaving. I huff, my dark hair being blown out by my actions. I wince slightly, my ribs still sore. I can't wait to get out of here. I hate this feeling, being useless. I wish I could remember what happened. Shawn was keeping something from me, I know it. I could see it in his eyes when he spoke to me yesterday. I don't know how I could tell, I just had this feeling. This complex feeling that I couldn't quite shake.

I was lost in thought until I heard a groan. My head immediately turned in Shawns direction. He raised his arms stretching, his shirt coming up slightly, and I couldn't help myself. I snuck a glance at his defined torso, the barely seeable lines adorning his stomach, vanishing higher up his shirt. It surprised me, I didn't expect him to be the strong type. I blush, quickly looking away. I was thankful, his eyes were closed, the harsh white lights becoming my advantage, glad he was oblivious to my reddening cheeks.

"Good morning, Sunshine," he spoke, his voice raspy from just coming into consciousness.

I offer him a small smile. Leaning back onto my pillow, my stomach growls lowly. I hadn't even noticed my lack of food until now.

"I'll take that as my queue to get us some breakfast, yeah?" He stands, untying his shoe laces before slipping them onto his feet. He doesn't wait for a reply, walking out of my room and shutting the door quietly behind him.

I'm left with my thoughts again, hes left me anxious for his arrival with our breakfast. I decide to not think for a bit, my head hurting from the constant thoughts running through my mind. I find the remote to the TV on the rolling table next to my bed. My fingers barely reach the table, rolling it over to me. I position it across my bed, before turning on the TV. I grimace slightly at the high volume before quickly lowering it. I set it to where its just audible, a more comforting volume for my pounding headache.