Sleeping With the Professor (NOT CONTINUING)

Fifteen

My eyes slowly opened. I had to blink multiple times before I could see the room clearly. My eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. How long have I been here? Did I fall asleep?

A muffled yawn left my lips, making me realize that my mouth was dry. I fumbled with the remote next to the hospital bed and pressed the call button.

The nurse that entered moments later was hesitant until her eyes spotted me. "You're awake," She grinned.

I nodded, "My throat's really dry, can I have water?" She smiled and shook her head yes before walking out. She returned about a minute later with a glass of water in her hand.

"Is there anything else you need?"

"I was wondering if someone could contact Tony," I said. "His last name is Phillips. He was here before I fell asleep." I rambled.

"Yes of course," She warmly grinned before leaving me alone in the eerily quiet room.

The sound of the hands on the clock moving was the only thing I could hear. It echoed in my ear drums, causing me to grow anxious.

"Tony!" I groaned. The anxiety led me to feel extremely lonely and upset at his absence. "Why is he gone, when did he leave me?" I cried out, desperation at the tip of my tongue.

I sighed and stretched my arms above my head until I could feel the satisfying crack of my neck. I took a sip of the water and sighed in relief as I set the cup back down.

My body was aching to move. I ached to hug Tony and to talk to Becca. I looked around the room, scanning every little thing. A small envelope was on the nightstand that I hadn't noticed before. My name was scribbled across the top.

I groaned, stretching my arm out to grab it. I bit my lip as I winced in pain. I fell back down and huffed. "Seriously." I looked up at the ceiling and rolled my eyes.

"Seriously what?" A deep voice spoke from the doorway.

My eyes darted from the ceiling to the door, and to my surprise, my eyes were met by the icy stare of Tony.

"You came," I mumbled. A slight blush creeping onto my cheeks. Stop, he's you're teacher, he's just being nice.

"You thought I wouldn't?" He seemed hurt by my statement as he cautiously walked over to me.

I shrugged, too afraid to answer his question. His presence was overwhelming as he loomed over me, his kind stare unwavering.

"I was so worried." He said as he pulled up a chair and leaned his elbows on the bed rail, resting his face in his hands.

I gulped nervously as he bit his lip, "I'm fine." I blurted the statement out much more bluntly than I had anticipated.

"Lilly," He crossed his arms over and leaned in a little closer. "You're not fine, don't pull that stunt on me, I was married." His voice cracked at the end, causing a pang in my heart and my muscles to tighten.

"This stuff happens to me, it's fine," I emphasized the last word, shooting him a stern glare. I was trying not to break down. He couldn't know why this happened.

After a long silence filled with heavy breathing, he cleared his throat and asked, "Are you ever going to tell me?"

I was taken aback by his question, unsure of the answer. "I don't know." I muttered, more to myself than it was to him.

Suddenly, he scooted the chair closer and moved his body forward so that our heads were nearly touching. He slid his hand into mine and interlocked our fingers, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand soothingly. This small action sent shivers down my spine. I forgot how much I missed him.