Two days later
I sit in the hospital waiting room with my hands nervously twisting around. I was discharged a day ago, but I was still here. I didn't get up from the waiting chair until they told me whether she was okay. They told me she was in recovery, but that's all they told me. They said they weren't authorized to tell me anything else. I was worried.
"Ms Julia?" A nurse walks out and waves me in and I jump up as soon as I see her. My anxiety was on full blast. My heart pumped out of my chest as we walk back to her hospital room.
"...so she may not remember-"
It was at this point I realized the nurse was talking. I probably should've paid more attention, but by the time I realized and wanted to ask what she said, we were already there.
I open the door, taking a deep breath.
She was sitting up, eating some food. She sees me walk in, but her expression is...blank. Then...confused.
"Hey.."
I stand by the door and smile at her, but her expression hasn't changed.
I wait a few seconds. "I-i have to use the bathroom!" I suddenly say, rushing across the room to the door of the bathroom. I lock myself in. I take a breath, breathe through my sudden panic attack, and thank god that she's still alive. She's still alive.
I walk out with a smile.
"Who are you?"
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RomanceJulia Has known her sexuality her whole life. she's always liked girls, no question. she's never dated though, because of her mother's disapproval for anything but straights. her best friend Duke have a "relationship" to hide the fact that she's a l...
