Rachel's POV
I finally woke up. The smell of sickness filling my nostrils. No words can describe my hate of hospital/doctors smells. It's not that I hate doctors or nurses, I can't stand the smell that threatens my ability to smell.
Ethan walks in and his face brightens up.
"Ethan" my voice says hoarsely. He runs up to my bed, showering my rosie cheeks (NO NOT BUTT CHEEKS YALL NASTIES) and forehead with kisses.
"How are you feeling?" He said stroking his thumb on my cheek. "I'm feeling alright, for someone who was just attacked by a shark." I said weakly laughing.
"So are you gonna be able to do the show tomorrow?" Ethan said looking at my IV.
"Hell no" I said sadly they are keeping me here till the day we leave. "I was really looking forward for our date" I said playing with his hair.
"Oh the date! I was so concerned about you I totally forgot!" He said crawling into the hospital bed with me. "It's okay, hospital food's not that bad."
Ethan gave me the "you know it's bad Rachel" look.
"So what's the plan?" I said letting out a sigh. "So the plan is that I'll go to the restaurant and get your chicken fettuccini Alfredo WITHOUT ONIONS-" "Wait how did you kno-" "SHHH MY CHILD! And a strawberry lemonade. How does that sound?" "Fucking delicious!" I said.
