Accidentally

19: accidentally drinking

it was now 2:53am and I was wide awake.

I hadn't been able to sleep after hearing that I may never be able to recover my memories ever again. It really makes you not feel like sleeping.

I was just laying in the extremely uncomfortable hospital bed listening to the silent beeping of the heart monitor when suddenly I heard a bang.

I sat up in my bed and looked around the room. Which was quite difficult since it was pitch black aside from the soft moonlight flowing through the window.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

I only heard silence so I decided I must've been hearing things. I was about to lay back down when I heard a voice.

"shit"

I swing my legs over the side of the bed but decide I'm too lazy to get up. Plus this is the part of the horror movie where the stupid teenage girl decides to go after the weird noise and ends up dead. Yeah, no thanks.

"Hello? I know someone there. I may have brain damage but my ears work perfectly fine"

I wait a few moments until the figure stumbles into the minimal light.

"Wesley Rivers?"

He takes a few steps forward until he's standing in front of me. He was wearing a wrinkled black shirt along with dark jeans. His hair was a tousled mess and he smelled like alcohol.

"I don't like it when you call me that"

He winced. He was definitely drunk, I could tell by the way he slurred his words and fell on his way in here.

"But it's your name?"

He shakes his head.

"You always called me Wes. I like it when you call me Wes"

I frown.

"Well Wes, how did you get in here? There's no visitors allowed after eight."

He laughed lightly before plopping himself on the bed next to me.

"There's nothing money can't buy"

I furrow my eyebrows.

"You had fourteen days to see me for free and you choose to pay to see me in the middle of the night?"

He nods his head.

"Yup"

I let out a small laugh at his seriousness.

"Why did you come Wes? Why now?"

His grey eyes pierce through mine, searching them.

"I miss you."

I feel my heart clench.

"I missed you too"

I say honestly. I may not remember him entirely but I know it hurt that I didn't see him for the last 14 days. Hell I even counted them.

He reached his hand to my face and pushed a piece of hair away before resting his hand on my cheek.

His gaze drifted from my eyes down to my lips.