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Chapter 1- Did you just hit on me? In a Hospital?
3 a.mI woke up in a dull lit room. My head felt like lead, to heavy to lift. As I sat there I looked to my left as a male figure, dressed in shadows, sat at the edge of the hospital bed. His wrist I managed to clearly make out was bandaged. He had been staring at the floor for a lenglthy time, as I had just kept my eyes on him the whole time, he reminded me of something important....to my survival.
Finally he brought his head up. As he did so, I went black....Trying to remember.
The previous day-Claires POV
As I had went down, I hadnt fully processed that I was being unresponsive. All I remember was the pain of being picked up by this nuiscence. He began yelling into a little black object my fuzzy vision later cleared to be a cell phone. Whole doing so he turned a corner and continued the path running down the block. Eventually I beagn to feel the stimulus of slapping and the noise of sirens.This stranger I had only known(well known is an understatement here) for about 5 minutes, I could tell was going to impact my way of living the next for days if not already-I was picturing the worst. I didnt even know this guy; and already I felt hatred, and abandonment. Yet he hadn't abandoned me; he was slapping my face though and I highly did not approve. So I took kindly to observe this whacked him in the jaw. (ooh thats gotta hurt- *ouch*) Even though he groaned in pain, he just kept trudging on and ran persistantly towards the sirens. Thats all my brain would hold onto and not disperse of or scatter.
Present View-
I came back to reality with the waving of a hand in my face. "*this friggin nuiscence*" I thought, but apparently I had also spoken it.
Eli's POV-present day:
"well hello to you too"
"I....I'm so sorry" the poor girl stammered "I didn't mean it" she finished. "sure you did" I replied cockily playful.
The brunette now shot me a hurt, apolagetic look of guilt. Aw geez now she's making me feel bad. Well looks like I'm gonna have to put a smile on her face now and explain my words, which I don't quite understand.
"look, I didnt mean it like that ok." "It was just a joke.." I think "But it was the truth" she replied.
"Aw geez, stop making me feel bad. I was just trying to make you laugh." I said half-heartedly. "and hey, if you can't stand my craziness, then I deserved the comment." "what, you mean how crazy it is that your adorable when you fai at bing helpful..." She now blushed realizing what she had said.
"well if thats how you see it. I guess I wasn't that much help saving your life and calling an ambulance..." I cheekily shot back with a smirk. I took her expression and raise of the eyebrow that she was a bit taken back by my flirting with her in a hospital. Hey I can't help it if she's a cute girl. With that said I decided to try and make her few days at the hospital recovering interesting.
"so any plans for dinner?" I asked "EXCUSE ME?!?" she asked for reconfirmation. "do you have any plans for dinner?" I asked once again. This time she took her time to come up with a sarcastic comeback. "what in my dressing gown!" she shot at me with a cute antaagonizing face and "while im in intense care on an IV?" The brunette had a point there. "no, well yes...I DONT KNOW! it's just the hospital cafeteria-its not like i'm that immature enough to try and take you all the way over to olive garden 2 hours away!" I didnt mean to get so worked up explaining myself, but geez she acted as if I killed her or something while at the same time beating me at my own game like she'd known me forever and wanted to just have me all to herself.(whoah-hold up jeremy. No thats not what she's telling you ya daydreamer).
-authors note- sorry about this chapter if the format is off while reading. while typing wattpad kept messing the formatt up. *note to self* i will just do as usual and type on word and then paste the chapter to upload:) less hassel*-
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