Stars in her Eyes

The Rhythmic Beeping and the Confusion

You wake up to the sound of heart monitor, beeping rhythmically – thank god. The TV is on but muted displaying the news. ‘Stars in her Eye’s magazine CEO has been arrested for assault.’ The subtitles read, ‘why is the TV on?’ you think but then realise as you notice Ben sitting in the chair next to you. He obviously didn’t want to wake you. “Ben…” you throat is congested and you sound sleepy. “Y/n! Oh my god you are awake finally, I’ve been so worried!” You can see the relief on his face and think ‘how long have I been out?!”

“Three days” he says, he must have read your mind or the confused look on your face. “You were in a coma for two days and today you were just in deep sleep. I generally thought you were never going to wake up…” He looks sad, his eyes are red and puffy which shows he has been crying. You reach out to hold his hand to reassure him, he grabs it like he never wanted to let go. “We’ve only known each other a week Ben.”

“I meet a lot of people in this profession and I felt like I clicked with you instantly, I don’t know what it is about you but I love you.” He grins at you and you at him. You two do just click and to honest you don’t click with a lot of people either.

“I love you…” You forget his name, ‘what is his name?!’ you think panicked. He is a celebrity and technically your boyfriend now. He sees the confusion on your face, “y/n, you okay?” you just ignore him, trying to remember his name. You begin to remember the name of the characters he has played like Sherlock Holmes and Khan but you just cannot remember his name. You begin to breathe heavily as you panic, “y/n? What is wrong? Don’t panic!” He stands up and holds both of your arms in comfort and taking deep breaths with you. “Can I get some help in here please?” he calls and soon after a couple of nurses and a doctor come in to help you.  You begin to calm down and the medical attention leaves you to talk with a man of which the name you cannot remember. “What’s wrong love?”

“I…I…can’t…” then suddenly you remember his name, “Benedict!” you point at him and he realises what is going on. “You forgot my name didn’t you…it is fine really. You have minor concussion, you are going to get confused sometimes and maybe some memory loss but don’t worry. I am going to look after you until you are better!”

You nod, ‘jeez I cannot take advantage of him like this, and I barely know him!’ “Ben? Don’t you have to film soon or something?” He looks up from his phone and shakes his head with a smile. ‘Damn’.

You return back to your apartment and walk straight to your bedroom. The bed still hasn’t been made from when Benedict stayed over, you can see the imprint he made in the mattress and you trace it with your index finger. Benedict had gone for a photo shoot which you are relieved about because he cares about you so much, too much in your eyes. You climb into the bed, on Benedict’s side and fall asleep.

You wake to the sound of a glass smashing.  You hurry into the open space and saw Benedict. “Sorry,” he says scooping up the broken glass, “I was trying to make you dinner.” You can smell the aroma of a pasta bake, cheese and tomato, it smells so good. “I wanted to cook you something simple because I figured that you wouldn’t feel too hungry.” He was right; the minor concussion can make you feel a little nauseous sometimes.

You sit down to eat your pasta bake, Benedict didn’t have a plate. “Grab yourself a plate if you want.” You say but he just looks at his watch, “Where are you supposed to be?”  He gives you a slight smile, “I was meant to be going out for dinner in about twenty minutes with Martin and Amanda, but don’t worry I’ll cancel!” He takes his phone out of his pocket and begins to dial the number. “Ben! Don’t! I will be fine; I will probably just sleep anyway.” You smile to reassure him and he puts his phone back in his pocket.

You should had probably realised that he was going out for dinner by the way he was dressed but you just blame this on concussion as he walks out of the door.