If you knew, would you answer?

Part 4

FOUR

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It woke up to the honking of a car horn. It turned out to be mine, I was laying on it. I didn't know how long I was asleep, or how long I had been laying on the car horn, but when I looked out the window I saw many angry faces. Embarrassed, I pretended to drive off, but I just parked farther away. That meant I was farther away from Spencer, which was truly killing me. Was I gone long enough to be able to go back? Maybe his parents were gone. My stomach grumbled and I sighed. Hospital food sucked, and Spencer would want me eating what I wanted, right? He'd be fine if I'd be gone for maybe an hour, right?

I didn't really need his approval, because my stomach was taking control. I pulled out of the Parkin spot and just headed to the closest fast food place. Some crappy burger place that was also considered a breakfast place because they put eggs on a hamburger. I didn't even care how many carbs it had, my diet didn't matter right now. I mean, Spencer already told me I looked like a skeleton. Not trying to be rude, I mean he loved me in every way.

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As I took a bite of my burger a great wave of sorrow went through me. What if he didn't wake up to call me beautiful and told me he loved me again? I choked up a little on the burger and set it down.

A tan muscular man walked into the restaurant, if you could even call it a restaurant. He smiled at me, not a toothy smile, just a small grin. His eyes were blue and shined in the light. I looked away fast, these were flirty looks we were giving each other. I couldn't do that. I already felt guilt building up. I just picked up the burger and kept eating. A few minutes later he walked over to my table. I brushed my hair back, strands stuck out at all sides.

"Do you come here often?" His voice was deep and sexy.

No. No I couldn't let him flirt with me.

"Not a very good place to come often now, is it?" I mumbled.

"Yes, it is quite cruddy here." He said. "May I sit here?"

"Um... I have a boyfriend." I stated.

"Oh don't worry. I'm just sitting across from you, not proposing." He laughed.

For some reason this just felt so wrong, but right.

"Wouldn't be the ideal place to propose anyways." I joked.

I think I sounded flirty, did I? I'm such a bad girlfriend. My boyfriend almost dies, and I'm flirting with a guy in a fast food place.

"Can I get you a coffee? You look exhausted." He said.

I rolled my eyes slightly. "Not the best thing to say to a tired, grumpy girl." I said. "Yeah I'd love a coffee."

"May I ask why you look dead asleep at 10:00 in the morning?" He asked.

"Just got to sleep. I was at the hospital, that boyfriend I was talking about is in a coma." I said.

"Oh... Um.... Sorry." He said. "I'm Stephen."

"Samantha. Just call me Sam." I said.

After he got me a coffee, which was disgusting, but I drank it anyway because I needed to wake up somehow, we talked a lot.

In the end he gave me his number. Not to like... Flirt.. But um... For someone to talk to for comfort. Or maybe that was the way I wanted to see it.

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When I got back, Spencer's parents were out at another fast food place, so I got to see him.

When I walked in the room the table beside him was piled with get well cards and flowers, which I found stupid, because he may not wake up before they were all thrown away. I guess the gifts make the givers feel better, not the receivers.

I sat beside him and put my hand on his forehead. He felt cold, and dry blood still sat at his cheek.

I really wish he could just wake up, and I could feel the sweet taste of his warm lips again. I wish.

I pray. I hope. Anything that could help.