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The Grandma I Want, Margareta

YES Mark this is chapter 3:)
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your P.O.V.

Jack lies himself down at your bed and hold the sheets up so you can snuggle your way under them. You rest your head against his chest and smile. You hear his heart beating.

'I feel your heart beating,' you let him know. He giggles at you.

'Good, that means I are still alive.' He chuckles. You wrap your arms around him and the sheets fall down.

You kiss him on the cheeks and smile, your E/C eyes shine like they never did before. You close your eyes and you hear Jack sing that good old dreamy song you singed to Mark. You fall asleep on his chest.

*time skip to the next morning*

You wake up at 7 am that means you slept maybe a little bit more than 7 hours. You guess 8. You gained a new record: more than 6 hours sleep in a hospital bed with a guy beneath you! Yea!

Jack is still asleep, heavily breathing. You want to wake him up and squeeze his hand. He wakes up immediately. You see the sweat running down his face. Did he have a nightmare? You think to yourself.

The black pupils are bigger than they normally most are and his blue eyes have a darker tint. He is not well because of that nightmare.

'What happened?' you ask concerned. He holds your hand and tries to gain back the ability to remain his breathing being steady.

'Bad dream,' he replies. You tell him to go back to sleep. After he looked at Mark -who was still sleeping- he lies down again.

'Sleep well,' you whisper.

Carefully you jump out of bed, landing on the floor you check if you did not wake your friends. They sleep, still.

You see one suitcase, one sport bag and one simple bag in the corner. The suitcase is named Y/N. The sport bag is named Mark and the simple bag has the name Jack on it.

'Jack and Mark,' you whisper.

You thankfully open the suitcase and grab your wanzi: A purple monster with green horns and blue bristles. Exactly the monster that watched you sleeps yesterday evening.

You put that fleece thing on and just think for a minute.

You have two young men in your hospital room that could wake up any moment now, what do you do? Get them breakfast.

Why not?

Running through the hallway you fall over an old women's walker. You fall to the floor, flat. You get up all by yourself and the old lady asks you: 'child, where is the canteen?'

She has an Italians accent so you smile. She looks really old; she would be ninety maybe even older. She has gray hear and is not so tall. Looking at you with one brown eye and one blue eye she smiles.

'I am going there right now,' you explain proudly.

'Can I walk with you? I do not like to walk alone. You have to walk really slow, I am not the fasted anymore.' She asks and you feel pity.

Of course you say yes, you would LOVE to have some company.

'What is your name?' you notice her curiosity.

'Y/N and yours?' you can play it also in the way she does. Not saying a useful thing, getting to know the other 100%.

'Margareta,' she chuckles like a real grandmother would.

Soon the both of you start a little conversation while walking down the hallway and all the halls that are part of it.

'Hungry?' Margareta laughs, you nod awkwardly.

'Do not be shy,' she gives you a small hug and you laugh.

'Two good friends of mine are sleeping, I get them there breakfast. Otherwise they would starve.' You laugh back.

'I am getting my twin sons a breakfast; they are just too lazy I think.' She grins.

You arrive at the canteen and go your own way, too soon, you think. You like Margareta.

You ask for three whole breakfast and pay the bill, you want to surprise the boys as soon as possible. A male doctor helps you get the breakfast to room 95.

You cover the table and tell the doctor who helped you to go away. A few papers lie on the table, all results from tests. You sort them and put them down.

You are alone, with three meals.