Fix Me

Rebecca Young's POV

I counted my footsteps on my way to the hospital. I hear nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat loud in my eardrums. My head was pounding and so was my pulse. I walked through the front door and asked the receptionist for a Mr. Jack Gregory, my grandfather. She smiled and said he was in room 328. I thanked her and ran to the nearest staircase. I took two steps at a time and almost tripped, twice. When I got to the third floor, I looked for 328. When I found it, I looked through the glass. I saw a nurse talking to my grandfather. He was smiling and laughing so I figured it was fine to walk in. When I did, I heard his gravely voice say, "Becky, my darling." I smiled and replied, "Papa Jack. How're you feeling?" He chuckled and I sat next to his bed, grabbing his hand. "Other than the cancer, I'm perfect. I wish I could go home to Mamaw, though." My throat thickened, but I remained smiling. "Mamaw's been gone for four years, Papa." I say, squeezing his hand.

"Oh. Yes, sometimes I think I'm losing my marbles." I giggle and kiss his hand. "Has Momma been here yet? She said she was gonna come after work." I asked. He shook his head and said, "Darling, go to Starbucks or something. I'll be fine. Okay?" I swallow at his pale and frail face. I nod, "I'll be back soon. I love you." He grins at me and kisses my forehead.

"I love you, too." I let go of his hand and walk out. I walk leisurely to Starbucks, but check my phone as I walk. Three missed calls from mom, I lock the homescreen and order my usual. As I was turning to go wait, a tall, dark haired, tattooed and pierced boy with piercing blue eyes bumped into me. "Sorry." I mumbled, trying to go to my seat. "What's the rush, love? Hi, my name is Macon. Macon Nichols. What's yours?" I take a step back, "Rebecca Young. Hi." I say softly, looking into his eyes, somewhat hypnotized by the way they were so soft, but everything else on him dignified that he was trouble. "Here's my number, use it sometime." he chuckled, handing me a slip of paper and walking away with his drink. I was absolutely stunned, I just stood there and waited for my drink. I got back to the hospital about ten minutes later.

~At Her House~

After a few hours of not being able to get Macon off my mind, I gave in and texted him. We were about two hours into our conversation when he asked me out on a date, to which I said no. Then he asked why and I told him that I didn't want to, I liked being single. Oh, but I had no clue what Macon had planned for us.

A/N:

Hey guys, this is basically a preview of my new story called "Fix Me". If you like it, feel free to leave me feedback and votes. If you don't, I'd love to hear what was wrong and how I can fix it. Thank you <3

Beatrice xx