Lost memories.

Times like these

Millie

"Come on Mibbie!" Ashlee whines," You can do better than that."

Currently, I am on the cycling machine that I had requested for my room to help me excersise and get me back to normal. Its been two whole days after I woke up from the coma and I just couldn't stand another day, just sitting in that god-awful bed. Instead, I asked mum to bring me some of my stuff so I could feel more like myself. I also managed to convince mum that I needed to do some excersise if I was going to go back to college anytime soon, and it actually worked.

"I'm trying Ash," I pant, forcing my legs to cycle faster.

"Well try harder!" She barks, blowing her pink whistle.

"Ashlee!" Mum scolds, with a disapproving look on her face.

"No mum, she's right, I do need to try harder," with that statement, I push my legs harder.

"That's enough!" Mum commands, sternly. You see, my mum is that kind of mum that's chilled out about everything. She is the type you can tell your secrets to and have a laugh with but can also be quite strict. But trust me, you dont want to get on her bad side. Its nasty.

"You, get off that thing, you've done enough for one day" she instructs, pointing her index finger at me.

"You get your bags, we need to go to school," thats directed to Ashlee, who instently looks like she is about to cry. Cheeky little monkey.

"But mummy," Ash tries with the puppy dog face but gets a raised eyebrow and tapping foot. Mums getting angry. Quickly, i climb off the bike and nearly fall flat on my face; my legs are worn out.

"See what i mean." Mum helps me sit on my bed.

"Ashlee im not telling you again to get your stuff." She warns.

Reluctantly, Ash gets her pink satchel and pulls on her right shoulder, a habit she says she learnt from me.

"Hey Ash, go on and have some fun, you can always come round later and tell me all about your day, yeah?" She gives me a little squeeze and i kiss her temple.

"Okay." That seems to cheer her up a bit.

"Bye hunny, make sure you get some rest today okay, i dont wanna hear any complaints," she kisses my cheek, before grabbing her handbag and heading for the door.

"Bye guys!" I call after them.

"Bye Mibbie!" Ash blows a kiss.

"Bye hunny, love you!" Mums winks.

"Love you too." I wave before flopping on the bed. Man im tired, and i can almost gurantee that im going to be aching for the rest of the week if i dont stretch. Forcing myself up, i sit on the floor to start stretching my legs but instead, i have a sudden urge to do a backwards roll.

My legs are halfway over my head, when i notice James standing by the door, his eyes planted on my bum. Perve.

"James Talon what do you think youre doing?" I demand as soon as i roll over.

"What! Is there something wrong with watching my girlfriend doing backward rolls?" He shrugs

"Yes actually, its slightly wierd and off putting." I retort.

"Well its not my fault youre so nice to look at!" He mumbles, just loud enough for me to hear it. He has been nothing but sweet to me lately and i know i should be greateful but its starting to annoy me how is always so nice and charming. It might sound silly, but sometimes i feels like he is doing it to make up for something; he just tries a little too hard.

"Dont flatter me James." I am flattered honestly, but he seems too good to be true. And im a naturally suspicious person, I figured.

"Well im sorry," you see, he says it so sincerely like he is trying not to hurt my feelings in fear of me breaking. Quite frankley, i might just explode if he carries on.

"For gods sake James stop saying sorry all the time, stop trying to be a gentleman. We both know that you're not as sweet as you pretend to be so drop the act. It's nice and all but it's really starting to grate on my nerves." I feel so good afer letting all that out.

For a moment James looks at me a bit shocked by my outburst, but then he suddenly starts laughing. He makes his way across the hospital room and pulls me into his arms.I'm still getting used to the idea of him being my boyfriend, so i still find him hugging me a bit odd. But the warmth radiating off him pulls me closer. He smells like after shave and mints. The light seeping through the hospital windows makes his dark hair glimmer and his grey eyes twinkle. No-one should be allowed to look that good without even trying.

"Whats so funny?" I ask stepping back to look at him better. He is taller than me, you see.

"I knew you were still in there somewhere," he smiles, now im really confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well i figured the real you would hate me being such a gentleman and i just needed to know you were still there," he cradles my cheek, his touch tender.

"I missed you Millie and i just wanted you back",pulling him closer, i bury my head in his chest, holding on tight. These are the moments when actions speak louder than words.

"Er Millie, you need a shower babe", James sniggers pulling away. Way to ruine the moment. For that he gets a smack on that lovely chest of his.

"Ouch what was that for?" He rubs his chest as if he is actually hurt.

"That was for saying i smell!" The truth does hurt sometimes. I go to the other side of the bed to get a change of clothes and my shower bag out.

"I'm going for a shower, the one you rudely commented on me needing." He smirks at my words. Why I'm with him, I still don't know. Oh wait, his money and his body, that's why. Just kidding, he has his moments.

"I can come along and help you out..." He says wiggling his eyebrows. Dirty boy.

"Oh no, i don't want to scar you or damage your sense of smell." I retort, blatantly blowing him off.

"Nah, I will be fine."

"Not gonna happen, sweetheart."

"So you don't want your dreams to come true."

"No ,that classes as a nightmare ." With that, I make my way to the door.

"I'll take what I can get", he winks. Shaking my head, i close the door behind me and make my way through the maze of the hospital to the bathrooms. On my way i pass some patients that ive talked to before and wave, as well as some nurses who smile my way. Everyone here has been quite nice so far, and i seem to get along with them. Its probably because they dont look at me like a wounded animal or talk to me like a child. They respect me, and i respect them.

Once i reach the bathrooms, i close the door behind me. Its quiet in here;theres no-one else around. Perfect. The bathroom isnt anything flashy. Its a bit like those shower rooms you get when you go swimming. Its got cubicals with showers but the only difference is that the ones here have curtains for privacy. Also they are so much more cleaner than the swimming one. Most probably because this is a hospital and it would be a bit unprofessional for them not to be looked after when in a place near ill people.

At the far back, against the white tiled wall, there is a full length mirror, in which I can see myself. Moving closer, I notice how sweaty I am. Gross. My long dark hair is all tangled up and even in a bun, I can see how greasy it is. This is disgusting. I cant complain about my figure though, i have a slim body with curves in all the right places, a flat stomach, that almost every girl dreams of having, and an alright chest. Seeming satisfied by my physical appearance, i turn on one of the showers and strip off my fitness clothes. Time for some cleansing.