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Chapter 6 Kyson

"Mom he's waking up," I hear someone say faintly. I open my eyes and blink a few times until my vision is clear. I seem to be in some white room. Ugh. I feel stupid. I'm in the hospital.

"Kyson," I hear my mom say.

"Huh?" I say. I guess I'm a little dazed because I meant to say mom. Or I think at least.

I search the room to see who else is here so it's my mom, Kelsey... and what? Issac?! Shit. Well I guess that's not a bad thing. I mean he seems like a nice kid. I've seen him in the halls last year before, but I never really talked to him. He has messy dark brown hair, glasses, and... wow. Piercing blue eyes. It's kinda cute. Aww. Wait what did I just say? Did I just say he's cute? Kyson! Please tell me I didn't say it out loud.

"Kyson? Did you even hear a word mom just said?" Kelsey says, snapping her fingers in my face.

"Uh no, but can I be alone with Issac," I say.

"Your what?" My mom says.

"Issac," I say.

"No way. That's cute Kyson. You just called Issac your boyfriend," Kelsey says.

"No I didn't say that," I say. At least I don't think so. I don't know. I'm not really sure about anything right now.

"Yes, we can leave you two alone," My mom says, then grabs Kelsey by her hand and rushes out. Issac is standing in the doorway.

"You know you can come in, I don't bite," I say. He mumbles something. I can't make it out so I say, "Either speak up or come here, or both." He walks next to the bed. Then he asks very quietly, "How are you doing?"

"Good," I say.

"Your hand?" He asks. It's a little louder this time. I look at my hand. My right hand is fine, my left, not so much.

"Fine," I answer, then say, "Come a little closer, sit down." He's obedient. He sits on the bed. He gives me a blank stare. He really is cute. I get a good look at him. Black hair, crystal blue eyes, glasses.

I wanna tell you a secret," I say. And direct him to come closer. As soon as he does I don't know what came over me, but I kiss him. Our lips touch. I feel like a spark just went off. He pulls away, red all over. This wasn't supposed to happen. No this was a mistake. He doesn't like me. He probably already likes someone else. Shit what did I do. No. "I... I... I'm sorry," I say. Midway through my sentence he's already walking out. What have I done?