A Call for Help

Chapter Two: Introductions

She woke up again. She wished she would have died. The pain on her neck was beginning to agitate her, and not moving her head made her neck stiff.
Soon, a man about her age walked in wearing a slightly formal white shirt with three buttons at the top and jeans. His medium length, brown hair had been combed, but one spot on the side of his head stood up. He looked at her with his brown eyes with seriousness and concern.
"Hello," he said a little quietly. "What's your name?" She attempted to speak, but could only make a quiet dry noise. That and it hurt to try.
"They told me this would happen. Here." He handed her a note pad and a pen. "What's your name? Mine is Jonathan." She looked at him with her eyes. She did nothing.
"Okay, you don't have to introduce yourself. Don't you have any questions?" She looked back at the pad and pen. Holding it so she could see, she wrote something down and handed it to him. He read it.
"How did I get here? You'll have to ask the doctors that. I can't answer you on that one. Who found me? Same as last question." He quickly reads over the rest. "You'll have to ask the doctors these questions. Anything I can tell you?" He handed it back. She eyed him for a second. Why did he look familiar? She wrote a couple more questions down.
"Why are you here? I'd like to talk to you. I'm going to be your therapist. I know, you didn't ask for one. This is my own little, um, mission. No expense.
"Why do you look familiar? Actually, I went to school with you. We never talked though. I'm going to a trade school for scientific jobs now. I chose psychology. This is a, project? Anyway, I chose you for my " project" because I've always wanted to get to know you.
"Sorry if I ramble sometimes, I get nervous and stuff." He goes silent blushing. Samantha attempted to smile. She took the pad back and wrote something.
"You're okay." He blushes more. "Thanks. So what do you need to do? Oh, I uh, need to get some, practice? Honestly, I lied." He blushed again and she couldn't help but smile. What? He looked cute. Well to her.
"It's not really a school project. I just, always saw you as a friend, even though we, never really talked. I, um, want you to be happy." He looked away nervously.
"I better go. Before I do, may I know your name?"She wrote it on the pad. And handed it to him.
"Samantha. It's a nice name. Oh," he handed the pad and pen back to her. "keep those. In case you want to talk to the doctors and such. Well bye Samantha." He waved nervously. His face turning red once again. She waved back, smiling and also blushing.
She forgot to ask the nurses and doctors questions for the rest of the day. She couldn't get him out of her mind. He was so sweet and shy. Like her. She fell asleep, with his blushing face ingrained in her mind.