I Choose That Bad Boy

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Numbness.

That is the only thing that I can feel at the moment.

My eyelids are stuck to each other and no matter how hard I try, they just won't bulge open.

I can feel myself resting on a bed, with a soft blanket covering my body to keep me warm.

The bed isn't exactly the most comfortable one, but I can still adjust to it.

The only sound that can be heard is the constant eerie beeping of the monitors attached to my wrist, and the irregular thumping of my heartbeat. The significant smell of strong disinfectants used in hospitals lingering in the atmosphere fill my nostrils.

Having spent almost an entire childhood in my parents' office, I am already able to figure out that I am currently in the hospital without the need to open my eyes.

After much difficulty, I am finally able to force them open.

The bright sunlight splash into my ward and the plain white wallpaper did nothing in making the rays appear any less glaring.

Note to self: I'll make sure to write in a suggestion and demand my parents to maybe change the wallpapers to some other colors.

Even black looks nicer. Don't you agree?

I mean, how do they expect patients to 'get well soon' with this boring and dull color?

Plus, it blinds you.

And to think that doctors are one of the few smartest people on earth...

I guess we were wrong. No offence to my parents.

Since my entire body is still very sore, it is difficult for me to even move my fingers an inch.

Okay, I totally just over-exaggerated.

I guess I am simply just too lazy to move. Thus, I am only able to keep blinking my eyes to make my eyesight clearer. After adjusting to my surroundings, I took a good look around.

My room was private, so my bed was the only one found in the room. There was a vase of flowers placed to my right on a small table, a sofa was pushed right next to the floor length window, and a flat screen television was hung on the walls in front of my bed. I even had my own bathroom.

Hmm. Not bad.

Stifling a yawn, I look around the room and scan for my phone.

What time is it now anyways and how long have I been out?

Just as more questions pop into my head, I hear some shuffling outside.

Not long later, someone enters my room.

"Lynnie?"

Immediately, I shut my eyes tightly, pretending to be unconscious.

If you were to ask me why I did that, I have no idea either.

Or maybe it was just my natural instincts kicking in.

"Hey, wake up already, sleepyhead. You've been sleeping for three days! It's time to rise and shine, my beautiful princess." He forced out his words as cheerfully as possible.

However, I can still hear a tinge of sadness in his voice no matter how hard he tried to cover it.

Not forgetting the nickname he always uses on me, and also, the words 'beautiful' and 'princess' made a faint blush naturally my cheeks.

What's wrong with me?

I'm supposed to act as an unconscious person now, so no more blushing!