Dr. Hoying (Scomiche)

Crushes

I woke up.
The room was empty, and silent.
I was all alone in this sad hospital bed, and it made me think back.
This reminds me of when I first got my apartment 2 years ago.
It was so sad, and lonely.
I was sad and lonely.
I had no friends.
My family hates me.
I hate me.
I'm a hooker.
I was zoned out until I felt tears dripping down my face. And a hand touch my shoulder.
I looked up to see the one and only Dr. Scott Hoying. His ocean blue eyes, looking at me comfortingly.
"Hey Mitchy. Why were you crying?" He asked now rubbing my back.
"I hate this room. It really represents my soul" I say sarcastically. Well to me I sounded sarcastic.
"Well Mitchy it's your last day in this room." He said with a forced smile.
"Why are you sad about it?"
His 'smile' faded and he looked down to the floor. He sighed loudly before speaking again.
"You're the first friend I've made since Kristin. She was always worried I would find someone better if I made friends. Its gets pretty annoying. Her jealous ways changed me. I was popular and had tons of friends. Now I have absolutely no one. But you"
Wow. That was deep. I could tell he was emotional about the subject by his empty expression.
"Who said I wasn't your friend Scotty"
I quickly blush as I didn't mean to call him that.
His face lit up, and he smiled like an idiot.
"Scotty huh?" He smirks and laughed.
"Yea..."
"I like it Mitchy"
I grinned.
"When can I get out of here?"
"When you agree to some Starbucks with me."
"Very sly Hoying" I say sarcastically but points for effort.
"So is that a yes, or...?"
"Ok fine. I'll go"
I stand up, and get out of the stiff bed.
My legs wiggle and Scott helps my walk.
Aw. He cares already. Even though it's his job.
"Um where's my clothes?" I'm not going out in a hospital gown.
"They cut your shirt to see where you got injured."
Great. No clothes.
"What am I supposed to wear now?"
He hands me a grey over sized hoodie.
"Are you sure I can wear it? I mean I barely know you."t
"You know enough to go to Starbucks with me."
"Um can you leave so I can take this gown off?"
He giggled and walked over to me.
"Scott?.."
He lifts my gown off, and puts his hoodie on me.
My face raced with heat as I felt weirded out.
"Why did you do that?" I finally have the courage to ask.
"You're way to weak to pull a gown off of your self."
"I could have if you let me." I mumble.
I try walking to the chair but fail instantly. Scott once again helps me up.
He had to hold my hand the whole way to the door and out.
Once we leave the hospital I put the hood on my head, and felt the most comfortable I've ever felt before.
Then a nice smell fills my nose. It was a very relaxing smell I couldn't explain.
He never stopped holding my hand with his strong big ones.
Then a thought hit me.
I might like a doctor.