Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep.
My eyes fluttered open and I faced a ceiling. I turned my head sideways and saw cords everywhere. A small tv has my heartbeat on display.
What was I doing here?
"Stacey!" I turned to face the jock.
"What am I doing here?"
"We were at the Cafe and you fainted," he said. "The doctor will come in about 3 minutes to tell you what happened." He looked at the clock on the wall. Then he faced me and smiled. His hand reached and petted my hair. "I was worried about you."
I didn't hear him. I was worried. The doctor was going to say what happened to me. I already know what happened to me. I haven't been eating much and my body went limp.
"Stacey? Stacey?"
"Yes?" I hadn't realize he had been calling my name.
"Are you okay? Do you know what is wrong with you?" He asked. "Maybe you're sexually active and you're pregna-"
"No way!" I was shocked he thought that about me. No guy would ever want to be with me. I'm ugly, fat, stupid, and weird. He had even said so.
"Are you sure?" He asked. Before I could answer, the doctor came in.
"Hello, Ms. Martinez. Is this your boyfriend?"
"No-" "yes-" We both said at the same time. Was he really going to say he was my boyfriend?
The doctor gave us a confused look. Then a nurse walked in and handed him a clipboard with papers on it. I'm guessing they were my results.
Pulling out a pair of glasses, the doctor out them on and skimmed through the pages.
"So, Stacy Evanna, where are your parents?"
"They're at work."
"Do they know you're here?"
I looked over at the jock. He shook his head. The doctor nodded and scribbled down a few things.
"So, it appears that you fainted because you don't have a lot of nutrition in your body. You have to eat more. You have lost a lot of weight. That's good, considering last year's weight. But, you are not doing exercise and do not eat well. It is not good for you and I can tell you've been doing this for a long time. Is something going on?"
I sat there and stared. I didn't want to tell him what was going on. Especially, not in front of this guy.
"Nope," I said casually, shaking my head. "I guess I haven't been that hungry."
"Well, take care of yourself. You can't keep his going. Eat plenty and exercise. In a few minutes, a nurse will come in with papers for you to sign and then you may leave."
I nodded and he left. I turned my head around and looked at the jock.
"So, uh..." I looked down at my hands. "What's your name?"
"Ray," he chuckled. "My name is Ray."
Cute name, I thought.
We sat there, all of a sudden interested in the walls surrounding us.
There was a knock on the door. A nurse walked in. She was wearing a uniform that had puppy paw prints all over the shirt with blue pants. Her hair was up in a cute bun. She must've been in her 40's.
"Hi, here are your papers. Once you fill them out, drop them off at the front desk and you may go. When you get out of the hospital clothing, just leave them in some carts that are going to be there. Your things are over there. I hope you feel better sweetie." She said, pointing at a corner of the room where my clothes and book bag laid.
"Thank you," I smiled and nodded.
She handed me the papers and a pen. She turned and was about to leave but stopped and said, "Are you two dating?"
"No," we both said in unison.
"Well, it looks like it. You kids make a cute, lovely couple."
I blushed. Ray chuckled. The nurse smiled and left.
I bent my head and looked at the papers in front of me. I grabbed hold of the pen and started scribbling.
After I was done, I got up and went towards the corner where my clothes were and got them. I got in the bathroom and changed. Taking a last look at myself in the mirror, I headed out. Ray was still sitting in the chair. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and motioned him to walk out of the door with me. We walked down the empty hallway, which isn't strange, since it's 11:25p.m. already.
"You know what?" Ray said.
"What?"
"I agree with the nurse. We make a cute, lovely couple," he said. I looked at him in the eye. I was blushing.
He grabbed my hand and our fingers entwined.
