Never Fully Gone (A Straight Furry Story)

Finding Love In Unexpected Places

You know that one smell that is really distinctive? When you catch a whiff of it you instantly know what it is? And no, I am not talking about a fart, however, that is also one of those smells. I knew immediately where I was the moment I came to. ''I thought that was a dream?'' ''Understandably so.'' Said a mystery voice from across the other side of the room. ''The collision happened so rapidly and abruptly that you became unconscious the moment your face hit the air bag. Which, if we aren't mistaken, is way more useful than your brakes.'' ''How did you know my brakes were bad?'' I ask. And an honest question, because I was the only one that knew that. ''Modern technology and observations can reveal a lot about anything really. It's pretty fascinating. Anyways, how are you feeling?'' ''Uh, really numb.'' For some reason the voice of the doctor seemed familiar, but I don't know any doctors. ''Ah, that would be because we weren't sure how long you would be out, and there was a lot of shrapnel and glass inside of you. We had to numb each spot individually, which took forever. But X-rays show that you are all clear now. And we didn't see any major injuries other than that, which came as a surprise to everybody. The driver of the other vehicle was so distracted with his texting that he was going almost 15 under the speed limit, which saved both of you.'' I open my eyes at the end of the sentence, surprised to see a very familiar face. "You didn't tell me you were a doctor." I say, adding a little intonation at the end. "Well, doctors aid, I'm in training and will be for a while. And, about that day at the store, you forgot to ask me for my number." She says. And that's when I knew, my days of loneliness and longing were over. I had finally found what I was looking for. "Well, I don't know about you, but I don't want to make that mistake again." I looked over at the bedside table to look for my phone, but it wasn't there. So I asked her if she could give me my phone, but she said that it had been destroyed in the crash. "It died saving one of your major arteries." She joked, or so I thought. I laughed at the remark but quickly stopped when she told me that she was being 100% serious. If I had set my phone on the seat I would have taken a sharp piece of metal through my leg, which would have pierced one of the biggest arteries in my leg, killing me in 5 minutes. So I settled for her number on a napkin from the cafeteria instead. And the rest of the day went by in typical hospital fashion. I ended up staying for another 3 days, which I didn't complain about at all. When I was awake we talked about everything we could think of, from music and our childhoods to comparing famous celebrities to vegetables. And I loved every minute of it.