I slowly opened my eyes, I was still in the hospital. I was in my bed, tucked in a comforter.
Wait? Was that a dream?
I got confused.
No... of course not. Sana confessed to me! But where is she? No one's here, just me. Again.
I frowned.
Nah, maybe Sana bought something or she went home. No biggie. Sana is my girlfriend! We're official. I couldn't help but to smile.
The girl of my dream is mine now. Just thinking about this makes me giggle, my heart was pounding when I pictured her in my mind.
Her eyes, her smile, her face, her everything is perfect. She's perfect though.
I woke up from my trance when someone knocked on my door then I heard the door was opened with its creaking sound.
A girl entered and she's wearing all white. Based on my judgement, she's a nurse. A pretty nurse. She was holding a folder.
When her eyes met mine, she beamed at me with her perfect set of white teeth.
"Good evening, Miss Chou," she greeted.
I nodded "Hi," I smiled to her.
"I'm here to check you out. Ah... I mean to check you and your progress," she blushed as she pretended to look on her folder.
"Okay sure,"I mentally smirked.
She looked back at me "I'm your nurse here and you can call me Nayeon," then she stepped closer to my bed.
Nurse Nayeon started to do her job. She checked my eyes, my heartbeat and blood pressure etc.
"You're getting better Miss Chou," she informed as she put the stethoscope around her neck.
"Call me Tzuyu, drop the formality Nurse Nayeon," I politely said.
"Okay then call me Nayeon as well," she slightly smirked.
Whoa? Was she flirting?
"How do you feel today?" She asked opening her folder. Maybe it's my bio, she also took a pen from her pocket clicking it.
How do I feel now? Well I feel so much better knowing that Sana is my girlfriend! I feel complete and I'm contented with my life! That's exactly how I feel.
"I'm good, it doesn't hurt much anymore," I was referring to my wound.
Nayeon nodded "Can I see it?"
"Sure."
I lifted my shirt to show my wound. It's kinda awkward because I'm not wearing a bra. Just hospital clothes, it's like a pair of pajamas.
Nayeon could see the lower lines of my breasts but she seemed professional, not changing her cool expression. She was checking my wound though it has bandages.
"It doesn't bleed much, it's a good sign," she gazed at me.
I gulped "T-thank you Nayeon."
