Fatal Attraction

Hi, Bruce.

After the car accident, Bruce made it his duty to see me at the hospital showering with gifts that he thought would cheer me up obviously not . He reached out attempting to  hug me as his tight grip interfered with the dressing of the wound on the side of my waist , and I flinched in pain. He extended his hand, bearing yellow roses, my absolute favorite. "You didn't have to, honestly" I purred , "of course I didn't have to, but I wanted to"... Awkward.
Brittany cleared her throat, "Eh hem, I probably should be asking you for your autograph, hero" shooting a wink or two at him . He glanced at me, gripping my leg "It's no biggie, and ah I'm certainly not a hero I just heard her call and I couldn't help but to stop and save this pretty little thing" cupping my cheeks. I couldn't help but feel a little weird cause I could've sworn he was flirting with me or very friendly considered I just lost my boyfriend.
The nurse walked in and indicated that it was time for discharge. I flaunted into the bathroom attempting to take this gown off and trying not to mess with this dressing. I glanced into the mirror lifting the dressing above the wound, flinching in pain.. And I can almost feel a presence beside me, "It'll heal and then it'll be as if it never occurred" Bruce said leaning against the bathroom door. I quickly dressed it back pulling my Calvin Klein bralette over the dressing , still looking into the mirror letting Bruce's words sink in. I guess he was right, I couldn't take this away, no amount of concealer could fix this. Mainly, because I fix everything with concealer, it's my holy grail.
Brittany went to pull the car around as Bruce walked me out, attempting conversation. "You're pretty interesting, concerning you don't speak a lot" he bragged, giving me a side eye as I kept walking, "I'm sorry, I'm just post accident right now and I'm trying to hide and not feel any kind of emotion because everything and anything that can possibly remind me of Chase, breaks me" I went on, dragging my feet in a trail. Chase is my boyfriend well, current ex boyfriend from the accident last Friday after Fallon's birthday party. We were drunk as hell but didn't take it on, who takes it on? Exactly. So he was driving us back to his place because I didn't want to have to deal with a half sleeping zombified mother yelling to me that I missed curfew. So I figured I'd go home later down in the morning besides I.needed to sleep off a hangover. Crossing the bridge straight to a busy road, he ran a red light as a car hit him directly on his side causing a fatal injury, a broken neck. He had died in his sleep. "Thinking about that night is just something I wish I didn't have to carry the burden of thinking it was my fault for letting him drive and the injuries would've been vice versa" I sobbed, Bruce tugged my face wiping my tears , "it's not your fault, you couldn't have possibly saved that from happening, don't blame yourself" he said bear hugging me. I needed that little bit of reassurance that I wasn't hopeless at the moment. "That looks like Britt, see ya Bruce" I waved carefully getting into the car, and he waved back driving off in his black corolla Hyundai.