Mr. Bad Boy Loves Me

8: Hopsitialized

After school the next day, My phone rings. It's from the cities hospital. "Hello, is this Madi Hollister?" They ask. "Yes, why?" I ask, concern in my voice. "Blake Barnhart got in a serious injury and asked to see you before we put him under, can you please come over so you will be here when he awakens?" She asks. My heart leaps at that. "Yeah, sure, I will be right there." I say, before I put my phone in my pocket.

What did Blake do? I don't even know what happened to him, and he is not a close friend, he's not even a friend, so why would he ask for me? But I was secretly worried for Blake. What happened to him? Will he be okay? What if he never wakes up?

All these questions where in my head as I drove to the hospital. I walk inside the building. The lady at the front desk smiles at me. I smile back. "Hello, I'm here to see Blake Barnhart." I say. "Ah, yes! Third floor, room 56." She says. "Thanks." I mumble, before I go to the elevator.

Room 56. I look at the doors, until I see it. I crack open the door. No one is there, except Blake, Who was unconscious on the bed. At the first glance, he just looked like he was peacefully sleeping. But I took a step closer to him, and I saw what was wrong.

He had a black eye, with a long, Stitched up scar that went from his nose down to his neck. His stomach was wrapped up in some kind of bandage. I take in a deep breath. Damn.

He scares me when he says. "Gross, huh?" I jumped. He chuckled. "Blake! What the hell did you do?" I ask, acting like I am scolding a two year old. "I got in a fight, with a gang." He says, licking his parched lips. "Why are you here?" He asks, looking up and down my body. What a pervert, I think. "You asked for me?" I say, he thinks for a moment. "No I didn't." He says, raising an eyebrow. "The doctor said before they put you under you asked for me." I say, giving him a confused look. "Oh, right." He says.

"Why did you fight them?" I say, and he shrugs. "I was high." He says, casually. "What! You smoke, drink, and fight gangs!" I exclaim. He nods, and flinches when he moves his head. "Ow-" he groans, I lightly touch the scar on his cheek, and run my finger down it. "What did they do?" I say, my voice in a whisper. He shrugs. "They ruined my sexy face with a knife." I say, and I take a step back to look at him.

He almost looked better, more intimidating. He had that long scar that ran down his face. It made him look more bad, it also made him look more hot. "I think it looks fine." I say, not wanting to tell him what I was thinking. "Did they shoot you?" I ask, motioning to his stomach. He shrugs. "Yeah." He says, my eyes widen. "Shït." I gasp, he chuckles. "I didn't know that you cussed." He says, I shrug. "Only when I'm scared." I say, and he smiles. A real
Smile, not a smirk.

"Oh shit, I better go, I'm going to be late." I say, and he raises an eyebrow. "Late for what?" He asks. "My date." I say, and I don't know for sure. But I think I saw a jealous look on his face.

New cast;)