Desire For Business

IV's and sample size ego boosts

I am in a hospital bed. I've been aware of it about a minute before I open my eyes because I sense I am not alone. I guess I didn't want to be witnessed off guard. I just focus on the beeps, keep up with what I physically feel; something on my pointer finger, two things on my chest, an IV, and something pushing on my bladder.

I open my eyes. I see three vased flowers, a TV playing hospital commercials on repeat, some food by my side and Mr.Roberts with his eyes glued to his phone. What is he doing here?

"Hey, I guess I am not dying". I say in a calm, half assed cheery voice.
"Oh my God, Charis you have had me so worried." He looks seriously frightened but I have a feeling there is more than my head wound that has him uneasy.

"Listen I know you're not going to want to answer questions but the cops have been by twice since you've been admitted, waiting for you to wake up. He lowers his voice like he has information others don't " The parking security footage of the school at work has been erased. The two nearby gas stations have been compromised as well. I guess they were hacked and one was not even on." He looks me over to see if I remained unphased, which I am and continues, wide eyed  "Whatever it is that is going, I want to know... I want to help."
He seems sincerely worried about me but more than that, he is afraid. They must've not bought the car accident story to be even interested in footage. And he has been patiently waiting with this information that he bursts it out seconds from my eyes opening.

He rubs the side of his neck with the hand that wears his expensive watch. I think he became aware of how overwhelming his overload of information could be for someone, someone...not me. His eyes are as black as a panthers fur but so easy to read. His dirty blonde hair reaches long to the end of his neck, brushed back James Deans style. Its his beautiful smile, thats what keeps me from looking at him. You would think his mouth would be too big for his face because his smile is so big and straight you can see all the way to the back of his perfect, white teeth. It the safest most heart warming smile you could ever appreciate.

He brings his chair up to my bed and sits down, leaning forward and without permission and pure eagerness, he put his hand in mine. He looks me in the eye and as soon as he does I look away. I am weak, fragile and I don't want him to see me in such a helpless state. He goes in to touch my face and I immediately jerk back. My reactions shocks us both. He goes in again and I lean my face into his hand, looking in his eyes hoping mine are not as easy to read "Listen Charis, I want to apologize for my behavior the last time we spoke." He grips my hand that is in his, and strokes my face. "You're intimidating, you're beautiful, you're always so sure of yourself and live your life like everyones watching and you don't give a shit" he looks down "Even now, bloody and bruised...you take my breath away" he looks back at me,  in his eyes reads a certain kindness and sheepish look...one I've never seen. Its usually his ego trip I am witness too.

I smile at him. He is no stranger to women, nothing serious in the last 8 months but sometimes it seemed he would have some of them drop by at work, just to see if it would get a reaction out of me. It did, but I never let it show and never would bring it up. I just treated it as mental trash mail and sorted it appropriately.

His eyes never left mine and that insecure face he wore didnt either. I do a gesture, out of character. And hold his strong, secure, loving hand and grip tight. As soon as I do, my eyes fail me and tears come, then a quite a sob. As soon as it does, It becomes a showcase of my weakness, he quickly sorts my IV'S above my head and comes into the oversized hospital bed.  "I don't know what is going on here, but I am so angry that someone could ever hurt you. " his whispers then lighlty kisses my forehead. Maybe it was my head on his chest or the security of the hospital but I let my guard down as low as ever from crying, and I was exhausted. I fell asleep with his hands in my hair and the beat of his chest.