Counting Down

Chapter 14: My hero

I wake up with an ice pack on my forehead. I take in my surroundings: cold, white plaster walls surround me with paint gradually peeling off and a floor made up of black marble tiles fit closely to one another like a jigsaw puzzle.

Honestly it looked like I was in a kitchen with a bed in the middle of it with a girl lying on it and machinery at the back. Oh wait, I'm that girl on the bed. I glance at my hand and notice a tube attached to it leading to a metal stand with a plastic bag of clear liquid inside it. Holy shit I'm in a hospital!

"Ah, I see you are awake Ms. Davis." a middle aged man with glasses too big for his face wearing a long white lab coat says as he walks in "My name is Doctor Ashley." I can't help but burst out laughing at his name. Ashley? Seriously? Like the females name? Dr. Ashley frowns a little when I laugh but rolls his eyes as if he's used to it.

"What happened?" I ask recovering from my laugh.

"You had a gun being pointed at your back and your friend had tackled him to the ground making your attacker release you and you fell and hit your head with a stone step. You slightly bruised your skull but it's nothing severe." I breath out not knowing I had been holding my breath. That's a lot to take in

"Who's "my friend"?" I say making sure to use air quotes causing me to pull the tube attached to my hand to pull a little. Damn I look like Frankenstein. Except I'm a girl and I'm scrawny not to mention that Frankenstein's hair probably looks neat and combed compared to mine.

"Ah, a young man named Mr. Blake Taylor I believe." his voice sounds all professional but his eyebrows move in a way that seems sarcastic and rude. I seriously shouldn't have made fun of his name...

"Blake was there?" I say my jaw dropping "And he's not my friend. And no he is not my boyfriend either" 

A door the same color of the ugly plaster walls creeks open revealing a incredibly attractive guy wearing sweatpants and no shirt, revealing a white bandage on his left shoulder.

"Well." Dr. Ashley -- I'm sorry his name cracks me up -- "I'll leave you to alone to decide what you are or aren't." with that said he walks out of the room leaving me alone with Blake

"How long have I been here?" I groan rubbing my head as it hurts

"2 nights" he says in an amused tone his eyes looking everywhere but at mine "Including the one you got hurt in."

"How did you get hurt?" I say pointing to the rather large bandaid on his shoulder

"Uh -- you attacker kind of shot me." he says scratching the back of his neck before shrugging as if it were nothing

"Oh My God are you alright?" I say sitting up feeling alarmed and tense

"Yeah" he sniggers at my reaction "I'm just glad I was there to save you"

"Why were you even there?"  I ask creasing my eyebrows in annoyance and scrunching up my nose in a were-you-stalking-me-because-thats-not-cool way.

"Derek told me he was hanging out with a girl today and if I asked if it was a date or not he said no just as friends" he shrugged

"I do not comprehend." I say "No comprendo!" I say in my terrible spanish accent. He chuckles lightly, his eyes sparkling in amusment.

"You don't get it do you?" he says approaching my bed

"Obviously." I say in a duh tone. I'm honestly extremely annoyed about how he treated me like dirt at my first ever college party, slept with my best friend, told me our magical kiss meant nothing and now he's stalking me and following me around the city? That's just plain creepy.