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Homeless!America // Coffee And Burgers Part 4

You spent days in the hospital, though nothing was ever wrong with you, you thought. The doctor never told you what was wrong with you to cause you to linger there. That was, until the news reached you at the most unfortunate of times. Your mind drifted from this to that, but it continuously landed on him. Why did he mean so much? What made him so special? Maybe it was his charming smile, or the way he comforted you. But was it really the man you met one year ago?

The sound of knocking snapped you out of your thoughts, and you immediately shut your eyes. You pretended to sleep as your did your best to even your breathing. Your head laid to the side. You heard the sound of the door creaking open.

Two nurses entered your hospital room, bringing in your lunch on a tray. They were speaking of you, but they thought you were fast asleep; if they knew your eyes were only closed, and that you could hear them, they would've kept their mouths shut. They exchanged words about your condition, and how severe it was.

"Did you hear that she fractured a bone in her spinal cord?" The male nurse of the two whispered.

"No! Seriously? That really sucks for her!" The female nurse cried, a hint of sarcasm found in her voice. This nurse obviously carried no sympathy for you.

You were shocked. You fractured a bone in your spinal cord? Then you thought back to the days before when you had to pull that man up from the elevator. Tears started welling up in your eyes again, even though they were closed. Just the thought of him made your heart and bones ache.

"Yeah, I wonder how she fractured it," The male whispered to himself. The clatter of a plastic tray could be heard, and the footsteps leaving into the hallway signaled that you could open your eyes.

Darkness was replaced by light as you looked around your familiar hospital room. The blinds and window were open, and the smell of grass filled your nose. The light seeped in, warming your legs that were hidden under the thin blankets. Your eyes wandered to the sky outside. You knew it was only a few days you were there, but you couldn't help but feel that it had been years. Then the smell of gravy hit you like a punch. It drew your eyes towards its source, and your gaze landed on a tray that was sitting on the table next to you. You reached for your food, and after another smell of gravy entering your nostrils, your stomach grumbled. You had to admit, you were kind of hungry.

"I was...helping someone up and out an elevator..." You mumbled, answering the male nurse's question from minutes earlier. Disappeared tears reappeared, but unlike the first time, they started running down your cheeks. You didn't know why you were crying; it just felt like the appropriate thing to do, but at the same time, you felt it was pointless to even cry.

Your hands that were resting at your sides gripped the sheets. Crying was going to get you nowhere. So why were you doing it? You quickly wiped the tears with the back of your hands; the man you were crying over was nothing, so why did he mean so much to you? He was a stranger. You barely knew him. So what made him special enough for you to cry over? It baffled you.

Your hand reached for the plastic fork your lunch came with and stabbed a piece of turkey. Turkey and gravy was your lunch, along with some peas and a parfait for dessert. You had grown slightly tired of turkey because Christmas had just past, where you had turkey non stop, for lunch and dinner. The taste of it had grown bland. Not to mention, Thanksgiving was just the holiday before, where you also had turkey that whole day.

You sighed and put the fork down. You didn't want turkey or peas, and you knew you needed to eat, so you picked up the parfait and a spoon. You dipped the plastic spoon into yogurt, scooped some up, and placed it into your mouth. You swallowed the yogurt slowly, savoring its tart taste. You soon bit into a sweet strawberry and then into a sour blueberry. The taste of the fruits made you smile for once in the days you spent there. Then, suddenly, everything turned white.

When you came walking back, he was still sitting there, looking bored as ever. You held two coffees and two hamburgers, two of each so he wouldn't feel left out when he ate. And plus, you were feeling kind of hungry too. You walked up to him with a smile and kneeled down, handing him a coffee.

"Here," You smiled brighter when his eyes light up. "I thought you might've needed one."

He would've death hugged you then and there, but he was too frozen to do so. And as soon as you handed him a hamburger, it was already devoured.

"T-that was fast...," You whispered in awe. He must've been pretty hungry... The sound of a stomach growling snapped you from your thoughts.

"I guess someone's still h--" You cut yourself short as soon as you realized that it was your stomach who was hungry.

You sat right next to him, getting on your knees instead of having your legs try and support the rest of your body weight. You reached for your burger and unwrapped the paper that separated you from it.

The man pointed to your sandwich with an eyebrow raised. "Why's your burger cut in two, dude?"

You chuckled; you expected him to ask this. You took one half in your hand and passed it over to him. And in turn, he had a surprised look on his face.

"Are you sure? I mean, I heard your stomach... And it sounds pretty hungry..." Even this man who didn't have much had the biggest hearts you've ever encountered.

You nodded and smiled, "It's fine. Take it, you're the one who needs it the most. I could just go buy another one. And besides, I'm not much for burgers anyways."

While you were having a flashback, on the outside your stare was blank and a tear escaped the corner of your eye. When you came back and realized a tear was rolling down your cheek, you quickly wiped it away. The sour-sweet taste still lingered in your mouth. Maybe that was what triggered that flashback, because it really was a sour-sweet experience. Then you felt your chest tighten and you gasped for breath. Had you really forgotten to breathe?

Your eyes widened slightly. "Who is this man...? And what is he doing to me?!"