I wake up alone with my head pounding. I thought this was a dream.
I glance at the door, hoping to see ocean eyes watching me, but there's no one there. I don't want to be alone anymore.
A knock at the door scares me out of my thoughts, almost making me topple out of the bed. A short women walks in, a lanyard hangs around her neck with her medical tag clipped to it.
"Hey Portland." She says, walking over to my bed and fiddling with my IV fluids. "I'm Tatum. I'm going to be working with you while you're here."
I give her a small smile as she pulls the tube from the other tube. (Sorry I'm not super fancy with my words, I'm tired and I don't care) and squirts something from a syringe into the other thing. You know?
"This is just some pain medication to help with the headache," She tells me. The stuff makes me cold from the inside out.
"Tatum?" I say, squeezing my hands tightly. "Do you know who the boy is who was standing at the door earlier?"
She glances at me, her eyes full of uncertainty. "Portland, you should stay away from him. He's bad news."
"What's his name?" I press. I don't know why I'm so insistent, but I need something to hold onto in this place of uncertainty.
"Asher Laurier."
Asher
The name suits him, like a shirt that fits just the right way.
"Thank you." I tell her.
She shakes her head at me, the fear in her eyes so present I can almost feel it in my bones, though that might just be the pain medication she has me on, you never know.
"Stay away from him Portland, I promise you, nothing good will come out of trying to know him."
But I don't want to listen to her, because something about him makes me not believe a word she says.
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Finally, after a lot of begging, the nurses let me walk around the ward of the hospital. I want to get out of their watching stares. The doctors said that technically, I'm fine, but they want to keep me for a few more days so they can monitor my brain waves or whatever. I've told them I'm fine, but it doesn't matter.
Shouting echoes down the hall, and me being me, my curiousity gets the best of me, pulling me down the hall towards the sound.
Two nurses try to grip a boy who looks far from strong, even though he's resisting both of them. He has fair skin and dark hair, but my heart really stops when he turns to face me.
A pair of ocean eyes stare back at me. Asher Lauirer looks different than in my hallucination, if you could call it that. He looks older, maybe not my age, maybe illness has aged him beyond anything I could have ever imagined. But even though he looks like I could blow him over, he's still as beautiful as I imagined.
It seems as if he grows weaker at the sight of me, finally allowing the nurses to hustle him back into his room. One of the nurses give me a small smile, but she obviously is just being respectful.
I want to go home.
Yeah, yeah, please don't judge me for being so serious, but I have to let other people have the comedic sunshine once in a while.
I cautiously take another step closer to the door, wanting to get a glimpse of this boy who hasn't left my thoughts.
He looks at me, and I swear I can see a bit of terror in his eyes.

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The Unexplainable You.
RomancePortland Cromwell should be happy. She has a perfect family, a cheesy best friend and her whole life in front of her. But things start to go downhill like a mudslide. Doctors trying to pinpoint why she keeps passing out randomly and why she always h...