As long as you can (Cherik)

2. Chapter

I woke up with a bad headache. The room I was in was completely dark and it was hard to see anything. But when I finally saw a little bit I saw someone sitting at the other side of the bed on a chair. I don't know who he was. It wasn't a nurse or a doctor because he was asleep and snored really loud.
I probably was in a hospital because the smell of all the medicine was really intense. I looked around my room and saw a digitalclock on the small nightstand next to my bed. 3:38 am. I had slept quite a while because i remembered that I walked out of my doctor's office at about 5 pm. I didn't know if I was injured very bad because I felt pain everywhere since month. I looked around in confusion for a few more minutes and than I saw that person again sitting there in the dark, probably waiting for me to wake up.

"Hello? Where am I? Am I alive?" I started talking because I was really confused and wanted to know if I was alright and I wanted to know who that person was.
The person on the other side woke up really quickly. I probably scared him a little bit. He jumped off his chair and quickly walked towards the light switch near the door. It got bright and I had to squint my eyes together.
"Hello. I saw how you collapsed in the park."
He was standing there, looking incredibly tired, and he seemed like he cared so much about me. He was a tall and slender man. Short Brown-blond hair with greyish eyes. Looking pretty good. But seeming so unsure about everything.
"Are you alright? Should I get a doctor? Can I help you with anything?" He said while walking really nervous on his tippy toes. He looked like a man who was probably really cool and serious but he just seemed so insecure in that particular moment.
"I am alright, just a little bit pain everywhere but that's normal" I said not looking at him. I didn't know what to say and I didn't even want to talk with anyone, let alone a stranger who found me in a park.
"You can go if you want, I don't need anything, I'll be fine" my voice cracked while saying that, knowing I was not telling the truth.
"I can come back tomorrow, if you want?" He looked at me with a small smile on his sharp face.
"Sure, we can talk tomorrow, I am tired and my head hurts a bit. Thank you" I mumbeld and closed my eyes.
Then he went and while he got out the door I opened my eyes again and I watched him close the door behind him. What a strange man? Why would he care about a stranger so much?