The bad boy stole my phone.

Cgapter 6🤒

Catherine POV

I don't know where the hell I'm I, but I do know that my head feels hurts like hell.

I feel like I've been sleeping like, forever, but, I still feel tired, exhausted.

My eyes are still close, and I am trying my best to open them, but, I continue, fail.

I don't know why I feel like I'm in a hospital bed, with needles been dugged up in my skin, or why, I continue hearing this freaking peeping sound, but it is darn irritating!!!

I have to open my eyes, I long to see the light, and I'm really thirsty, I might add.

I tried, again to open my eyes, and this time, I finally conquered it. My eyes shot open, and a burst of sunlight shine in them, I quickly, close them and squeeze them together in pain.

I slowly, sit up, and open my eyes. I am in a hospital bed, and some one, a guy, I guess, is sitting on a chair, with his head, hanging down, snoring, I can see that he's asleep.

I took this time to examine my surroundings. The walls were painted,in a creamy color, and the curtains, were very clear, I could see through them, and see the green fields.

I suddenly, cough, forgetting that I needed some water, my throat was dry, not even my saliva, could help.

The guy from the chair, jumped up, and I saw the most un believable, thing ever, Travis, was crying, and he looked like trash.

What's he doing here??

Did he really care for me???

Did he pity me, and my situation???

Do he care!?