It's Definitely Weird

Seven: Luke

Two weeks later. 

"Am I just supposed to hug this 40-something year old man, whom I don't know?" 

Luke's Point of View: 

        I was freaking out. I was completely freaking out. Some nurse came in and told me that today was 'Visiting Hour.' Who was I meeting? From some really, really strange reason, I was stuck in a girl's body. Were they going to visit me—er, in my real body—, or this girl? 

        I was lying on the hospital bed, with needles hooked up to me, because Nurse Mia had said that I had to rest. She wasn't that bad looking... and I may, or may not, have asked her out. She awkwardly laughed and said she wasn't into girls. Stupid, stupid, stupid girl body. 

        "Yes, she is healthy enough for visitors now. Grace Marie Andrews is right in this room," I heard a nurse say, outside of my hospital room.

        I was forced to stay here for another month. I was thankful that the accident hadn't been that big, so I hadn't put myself into a coma. Dr. Ross had told me that they had put me into a medical-induced coma, so I only had to stay in the hospital for one more month, to make sure everything was alright.

        "Okay, thank you," a man spoke. I thought I heard his voice before, but where? 

        "Is she going to be healthy now?" A little boy spoke. The footsteps got closer... it felt like a horror movie. 

        "Of course Grace is," the man replied. So her—my— name was 'Grace?' The footsteps got closer and closer... until they reached the hospital door. By this point, I was almost hyperventalating. 

        The hospital room door slowly opened; in walked a man whom was holding a little boy's hand; the little boy was about 5 years old. They were the same that had come to visit before; both of them had black, curly hair. 

        "Um, h-hi," I stuttered, which only happened when I was nervous. 

        The man stared at me, as if he sensed that I wasn't 'Grace,' but didn't say anything. Seconds later, he had tears running down his face. What? On the other hand, the little boy grinned at me.

        He left go of—what I think was— his father's hand, and raced towards me. 

        "Hi, Gracie!" He greeted.

        "H-hi? I answered. I wasn't comfortable with these people here, I just wanted to go home and not smell the strong disinfectant. 

        "How's the hopstal? Did you make any new fries?" He asked, as fast as he could with his front teeth missing. New fries? What? 

        I couldn't keep up or understand what he saying, "C-could you repeat that?" I asked him, looking at the man for help.

        The man wiped his tears and finally spoke, "Aaron asked how the hospital was, and if you made any new friends." He clarified.

Mental note: The little boy is named Aaron. 

       "Oh. It's alright; no, I didn't," I answered. 

        "Oh, okay," Aaron went over to the open hospital window and spat outside. We were on the seventh floor, and I was sure that someone outside the hospital was going surprised... very surprised.

        I was about to tell him not to do that, but the man spoke, "I miss you." 

        My eyes widened. Was it normal to hear that sentence from a forty-something year old man who I don't know? 

        Not wanting to be rude, I said, "I..." I paused awkwardly, not sure if I was actually going to say these words, "...missed you, too..." 

        His tears became visible again, and he walked over to me. He couldn't kill me, right? ... At least, not with a little kid in the room. 

        "Come here, Grace," he wrapped me in a hug so tight, that I was sure I was about to die from suffocation.

I —sort of— survived a motorcyle crash, but a hug was the thing that was going to send me to the next worl— Wait a second, am I supposed to just hug this 40-something year old man, whom I don't know?

Thoughts on little Aaron?

Luke's 'missed you too' confession? 

Or the hug from the mysterious man? 

(Unedited).