"Miss?" A voice said as I was shook awake in a chair I'd chosen in the waiting room of the Lincoln Memorial Hospital.
I took a deep breath and sat up. I hadn't remembered falling asleep, but then again I don't remember much of last night. It was all a blur of gurneys and doctors and nurses and lots of caffine.
"Miss, can you hear me?" A man, the doctor who had taken the mystery man, asked me with a look of concern on his face.
"Yes," I said to him groggily and stood up, working out the kinks that had formed from sleeping in that tiny chair, "I must have dozed off. Is there any news on the man I brought in?" I was anxious to know the answer to that question. Half of the reason was because I was concerned about his well-being and the other half was because I cared whether he made it out okay.
"That's why I'm here," the friendly doctor said with a grin, "his surgery went great and he's scheduled to make a full recovery."
The answer turned me ecstatic and as if he could read my mind the doctor continued, "You can see him if you'd like."
With a nod, I followed him to the room of the unknown man with the full blown enthusiasm of a child.
When I entered, the smell of antiseptics filled my nose making me gasp suddenly. After the initial shock, it was like the smell was gone and replaced by fresh air.
"He's a fighter," he smiled as he looked down at the patient laying in the bed. He was covered by a thin sheet that rose and fell with every breathe he took. "You can spend as much time as you'd like in here and if there's any problems, the nurse outside can help you." I smiled a 'thank you' grin at the doctor and with that he left. Probably to get some sleep, I thought to myself.
I turned back towards the man laying in the bed. Before now, I'd never truly looked at him. I noticed that his nose was slightly crooked and that he had a jaw line that could make any girl swoon. Rather than make me swoon, however, it make me all the more curious as to who the man was and how we ended up crossing paths.
Realizing I'd been staring to long at the unconscious figure, I went to take a seat in the chair next to him. I didn't want to be in his face when he woke up, but I wanted to be there, nonetheless.
After a while, the caffeine of last night finally hit me and I made a mad dash to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I took a look in the mirror. My chestnut hair was in tangles, my makeup was everywhere it wasn't supposed to be, and I had bags under my eyes that hung so heavy they could've been name brand and this wasn't even mentioning my clothing, a pair of torn up jeans with an old t-shirt. If mystery man woke up and saw me like this, he'd surely be terrified. Luckily, I had a habit of bringing everything I've ever needed with me. This including a change of decent looking clothing, make up, a brush, and a toothbrush. I never would've thought an old habit could've been put to good use. I also didn't think I'd spend all night in a hospital ever again. That day, I did a lot of things I never thought I'd do again.
After everything was said and done, I didn't look half bad. The sun dress I'd packed made the green flecks in my brown eyes stand out more than normal. My hair was half braided back and my natural wave made it look even better. Content with my appearance, I made my way out of the bathroom to return to my seat.
As I opened the door, I was caught in a staring contest with the man who had been unconscious when I entered the bathroom. I noticed his emerald green eyes shown confusion and a bit of nervousness.
"Hello," he said, watching my every move as if he were to fascinated to look away.
"H-hello," I stuttered to him; causing a smirk to appear on his tired features. By that point I knew, we'd never be the same people ever again.
Author's Note:
I know, I love cliff hangers. I'm sorry if it's slightly wordy. I'm trying to get the hang of all of this. Tell me what you think. Thanks lovelies!
-Charlie
