The Hearts that Bind

Part 1

Author's Note: Hey y'all, so, this is something that randomly crossed my mind that I got the urge to write. Let me know what y'all think in the comments.

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January 2012: We Met

Simone looks around, cursing to herself because she hates hospitals.

She pulls her phone out to shoot a text.

"I should've never gotten drunk with you" She sends to Kia, whom responds with a laughing emoji.

She's pretty banged up from hitting the bar when she fell. She's got a gash on her forehead and there are minor scrapes on her knees and elbows from trying to catch herself.

She sighs, growing impatient at the wait she's having to endure.

The nurse told her the doctor would be in at any given moment but, as always that feels like a lifetime.

She starts to almost drift off the sleep when she hears a knock on the door.

"Hello, hello." A male voice says waking her up.

"Hey doc, can we go ahead and just stitch me up and I'll be on my way." She states, ignoring his greeting.

"Hello to you too." He says and when she looks up she's met by the brown eyes of the most handsome towering individual every seen.

He's got short cut curls and a muscular build that's hidden underneath his scrubs and coat.

"Uh. I'm sorry. Hello." She stammers..

"Ah, so we do have manners?" He says sarcastically and she turns her lip up, making a stink face.

"Anyways, I'd like to go ahead and get this on my forehead taken care of so I can go home." She says, suddenly annoyed by the doctor.

"I'm Dr. Baker, let me take a look at your chart." He says, ignoring her to grab the chart and read it.

"Ugh." She groans.

"So, it says here you've got a nasty gash that may need stitches. Also, minor lacerations on your elbows and knees. Did they give you bandaids for those?" He asks, putting the chart down.

He steps in front of her, pulling out his pen with the flashlight on the end. He does his due diligence of checking her pupils.

"I refused them, I'll be fine, they're just flesh wounds." She answers and he clears his throat

"Mind if I take a look?" He asks and she shrugs her shoulders.

"It's really not that serious." She says as he assesses her cuts.

He picks up her arm to extend it out and she feels a current pass between them from his touch.

"You're clumsy aren't you?" He asks, putting her arm down.

"Maybe. Why?" She answers his question a question like a smart ass.

"I see scars from old cuts on your elbows and also a bruise on your forearm."

"Hm." Is all she does in acknowledgement and she hears him snort out a laugh.

"Alright, well, as for this on your forehead..." He pauses, stepping away to put on gloves.

She winces when his hand comes into contact with the wound.

"What's the verdict?" She asks, tensing up because it stings.

"You will be needing stitches." He answers, stepping back.

"That's great." She remarks bitterly, going silent.

"You okay?" He asks, looking her in the eye and she gets lost in his gaze. His warm brown eyes are hypnotizing to her and it makes her mind foggy.

"Yeah, I'm good." She answers, inhaling a breath and shaking her head to clear out whatever has taken over her brain.

"Alright, we'll be back to numb the spot and then we'll get you stitched up and you can go about your day." He explains, his brows furrowed and he takes another couple of steps back from her.

"Okay, sounds like a plan."

He nods and he's about to leave but something stops him.

"I feel like I've seen you here before." He says.

"Yeah, you might have, I'm the resident clutz, remember? " She cringes, not wanting to confirm or deny her frequent visits due to her condition.

He nods, leaving the room clearing the air of the awkward tension that's fell between them.

She gets her stitches and departs the hospital once she's discharged.

When she gets home the lights are off and the TV is on.

"Hey, Damon." She greets when she walks in the door.

"Hey, you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I got stitches. The doctor was weird but, we move forward." She states and he nods.

"Simone, please be careful next time." Thea pops up from on top of him.

"There won't be a next time." Simone laughs out.

"Kia is good at persuasion so, there definitely will be." Thea counters.

"I'm no longer falling victim to peer pressure this year." Simone retorts as she shimmies out of her

"Yeah right. But, outside of that, everything else is fine, right?" Thea asks, staring a hole into her head to make sure she's not lying.

"Yes Thea, I'm healthy as a horse." Simone answers.

"Alright." Thea says skeptically.

"I'm retiring to my room now." Simone states, leaving her roommate and said roommates boyfriend to their own devices.

She lays down in the bed after taking a shower and setting herself up for bed.

Placing her hand over her heart, she relaxes to the rhythm, her favorite feeling to take in at the end of the day. Eventually falling asleep and dreaming of brown eyes and dark curly hair.

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Author's Note: So, this is random but, it crossed my mind, it'll be a little short story, let me know if y'all are interested in this at all and I might just finish it lol.