I open my eyes to see that I'm laying in a hospital bed. I don't quite remember what happened but I had a car accident, that's all I know. I don't know, who brought me here or who found me. I turn my head to look around. On my nightstand and on the table in front of my bed are laying many gift cards, letters and presents. My parents must've heard about the accident.
Suddenly, a nurse knocks on the door and then walks in. "Oh, you're awake! Finally! It's been a week...Its good you're awake because you have a visitor. He's so handsome, you're so lucky" She says, winking at me. A week? He? My face drops as I see Connor walking into the room. What the hell does he want here?! I don't know why he was here, nor do I care. I just want him out of here.
The nurse exits the room, leaving us alone. "What do you want?" I snap. He takes a few steps closer, his gaze trailing up my body and face, with guilt and worry. "How are you feeling?" Connor picks up the stack of letters on the nightstand next to me. "Have you gotten a chance to read-" "Don't touch my stuff!" I shout. He stares at me in silence, setting the cards back onto the table.
"I'm sorry, y/n. I'm sorry for what I did and i know that this is my fault" he mumbles. "Just get out" I counter. His eyes slowly start to fill with tears as he looks at me. "Just get out" I whisper again, shutting my eyes so that he can't see my tears. Connor turns around, leaving and shutting the door behind him. As I hear the door close, I finally open my eyes again and let the tears out. After a minute, the nurse immediately hurries back into the room.
"Have you gotten a chance to thank him yet?" She smiles. I raise an eyebrow at her. "For what?" I mumble. "You lost a lot of blood at your accident so he donated you his. Thank god, he found you before you could die." She points at the stack of letters and presents on the table. "He hasn't been able to visit you so he's also the one who wrote you all this letters and sent the gifts."
"What?"
