I woke up to the sound of knocking at my hospital door, someone asking for entrance. "Caryn, it's me, Mark. Can I come in?" I looked at myself, still in the hospital robe and nothing else, and sighed.
"Sure, it's open." Mark walked in with giant balloons and he was followed by Tom who held a teddy bear the size of me. "Awh, guys! You didn't have to bring me anything!" I said as I hugged and kissed their cheeks.
"Oh stop, you knew we were going to." Tom replied, smiling. "How do you feel?"
"Well I just woke up, so kinda groggy."
"How's your memory holding up?" Mark asked, and it got me thinking. I remember waking up yesterday in the hospital and being informed of what happened to me, and I remember being alone in here with Mark... but nothing after that.
"I don't remember anything after you guys telling me what happened..." I answered, thoroughly confused. Mark just put his head down and Tom chuckled. "Wait, what happened?!" I demanded to know.
"Nothing too important." Tom smiled and looked at Mark. They're up to something, I know it.
*Mark's POV*
She doesn't remember me telling her that I'm starting to like her... I don't know if I should be offended or happy, I mean she did reject me. Wait, but that means... SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER LANDON ASKING HER OUT! This may just be my last chance... I mean at least I didn't leave her for a whole year...
"Mark, are you good?" Caryn asked.
"Oh yeah, I'm great. I'm just a little worried that you don't remember anything. I guess nothing too memorable happened then."
"Yeah, I guess not. The only thing I clearly remember is being in here alone with you after you guys told me about the shit with Travis. I guess that makes you important, doesn't it?" She smirked and made me smile. Is Caryn actually flirting with me?... Is it the medicine she's on or does she truthfully not remember rejecting me? God, I don't know why you're giving me a second chance, but THANK YOU.
*Caryn's POV*
I feel like this medicine is really messing me up. I don't know what I'm saying half the time and stuff always comes out wrong... It's going to get me into trouble, isn't it?...
This could be the medicine talking, but I had a really sexual dream about Mark last night. It started off normal, like a casual conversation, then things got a little out of hand....
I'm staying over Mark's house still due to lack of a better place to stay, and we decided to drink a bit. I knew for a fact I wanted to get hammered, especially after what I've been through the past few weeks, let alone the past year with Travis. Mark and I have gotten closer than ever and really I love it. He's such a great guy and I know he'd never do anything to hurt me. Anyway we were drinking and we both got pretty drunk. I got tired and decided to lay my head on his lap and look up at him. He played with my hair, not knowing how rough he was being, but he tried to be gentle. I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and drunkenly whispered into his ear, "I think you're really cute." He smiled down at me and said, "Well I think you're really gorgeous." I looked up at him for a moment and reached up and kissed him. It started off as pecks, then longer pecks, then just flat out hooking up on his couch. It lasted for about five minutes, or so I thought, when I looked over at the clock and two hours had passed. Two hours was not enough for me, though. I wanted him and I wanted him now. We stumbled up his stairs and into his bedroom where we got undressed and laid down soaking in the moment. He asked, "Are you ready?" and just as I said yes, I woke up to knocks on my hospital door.
The heat from my dream still lingered in my body and in my mind, and I'm still not sure how to take it. Does this mean I'm starting to like Mark?... This shouldn't be happening, especially not now.
My train of thought was interrupted by someone walking into the room: Landon.
"Hey baby," he said walking in with flowers. He walked over to me and leaned in for a kiss and I turned away, letting his kiss sting my cheek. "What's wrong?" He questioned, as if he didn't know.
"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly.
"What do you mean? I'm here to see how you're feeling!"
"Who told you I was in the hospital and why do you care about me all of a sudden? You can't just walk in here after a whole fucking year of not talking to me with some flowers and expect everything to be o-fucking-k! I don't even know you anymore..." He just looked back at me as if I tore out his heart and stomped on it. Good. He fucking deserves it. He left me with Travis alone and depressed and thinks he can just come back when I'm sick and don't remember anything to see if I still remember our fight? Yeah, right. I can't believe this right now, honestly. How dare he.
