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༻✧༺ CHAPTER EIGHT ༻✧༺
WATCHING ARTHURyellat Mr. and Mrs. Carrera was suprisingly the last thing I noticed when my eyes first fluttered open—yet again waking up in a hospital bed.
What actually caught my attention was Rafe sleeping in the chair next to the bed. He was still wearing the same outfit, indicating that he's been here by my side over the night.
I raised my hand up to my head, specifically to the place where I could feel a subtle ache of pain everytime I moved my head. I could feel a tightly wrapped bandage around my head, wrapped around like a regular headband.
"You got lucky." A voice suddenly spoke up, catching my off-guard as I flinched at the nurse's sneakily quiet approach. "Just a mild concussion. A harder hit and you would currently be lying on the operating table instead." She added with a soft sigh, walking over to me with her hands in her white uniform.
The thought of having to go through surgery did not sit well with me at all. And to think this is all because of Kiara Carrera. Why did she even attack me? What the hell did I ever do to her?
"How long has he been here?" I asked the nurse, though my gaze was fully on Rafe as my head was still resting on the comfy hospital pillows.
The nurse couldn't resist letting a small smile to come forward. "He never once left your side, hun." She answered, her tone soft and it almost sounded like she was in utter awe.
"Damn..." I mumbled under my breath, no longer paying attention to the nurse, who left a short amount of time after our exchange of words.
I took the sweet sound of silence in with soft sigh of my own, my gaze observing the boy I've for some reason grown so attatched to after such a short amount of time.
Then, I slapped his bare knee, waking him up a jump as he jolted up in the chair, his eyes scanning the room with a confused and tired look on his face. Then his eyes found mine, and his expression softened within mere seconds.
"Did you just slap me?" He asked in the same, loveable morning voice as he tried rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his fingers.
"Mhm, get over it." I replied in my own groggy voice.
He let out a small chuckle while lowering his hands from his face. "You're in the hospital for the second time this week and yet you still got the same attitude."
"Second time, huh? I'm on a roll." I joked, shifting in the bed to lay on my side, my front facing Rafe.
"How's the head?" He inquired, leaning forward in the chair as he rested his forearms on his knees.
