Until I met him

HospitL

Adam. Adam Waithe. Waither, dickhead. His youtube videos popped into mind whenever I said adam in my head.

I tried sitting up again realising the pain through my back, neck and basically my whole body. I felt around for my phone when I noticed Adam had it in his hand. Oh God. My screensaver is one of his thumbnails from his video "how to be a dickhead on valentines day". I know I shouldn't be caring about a stupid fit boy as my screensaver while I am dangerously injured and in pain but i cant help it!

"Could I have my phone please?" I need to text my mum.

"Urm, sure" he handed me my phone and then stood at the side of the hospital bed i was layin in and rested his hands on the handles of the bed.

"Thanks". I took a breath as if I was about to speak but then tried to act like I was simply taking a breath.

"Nice wallpaper by the way" the corners of his mouth slowly curled up in a way tryin to hide his emotion.