KAYLA'S POV
"Hey, my names Mark." said the dark haired man above me. I looked down at my body, and noticed that I had bandages everywhere.
"What the hell happened to me?" I groggily whispered. Man, I don't know how long I was out, but my throat is dry as a desert. I looked around for something to drink, and spotted one of those water machines with the cone cups. I got up to get one and a burning pain rushed through my leg.
"Woah! Hold on girl! Lemme help you." Mark shouted, desperately trying to catch me before I fell. He carefully gripped my left arm, and walked me to the water. I felt a strange feeling of defeat as I was being led to the water case. I am a very stubborn woman, and I enjoy doing things by myself, but now, I'm not even physically able to.
Whenever I reached the water bucket, Mark poured me a cup. As soon as it hit my lips relief soared through my body. "Oh my god!" I happily exclaimed, who knew I would get so excited over water. I looked over at Mark and saw he was stifling a giggle. I gave him a glare and went back to slurping. I guess I got a little to excited about the cool liquid, and I lost my balance. All of my weight shifted over to the hurt leg and my body tried to collapse, but Mark caught me.
"Man. It seems that I'm just sweeping you off your feet." he said with a playful tone in his voice. it wasn't until now when I noticed that Mark had caught me bridle style, so I was now lying in his arms. "Would you let me down now?" I whined, my fist playfully beating at his chest. Then, all of a sudden, I was back on the ground, leaning against the wall for support. He looked at me and smiled.
"So...why am I here? What happened to me?" I questioned. His smile faded. I could tell I was in for a sob story. "Well." he began "let's just say you were being mugged and I was just at the right place at the right time." He shifted his body weight. I knew that this subject probably made him quite uneasy so I decided to switch the subject.
I don't know how long we talked before the doctor came into my room and told Mark he had to leave. For some reason, I felt disappointed. I only had a few close friends in high school, so I never really knew how actually enjoying someone's company felt. As Mark got up to leave, he placed a piece of paper in my hand. It was his phone number. "Call or text me if you need anything." He mumbled and then walked out of the room.
The doctor who was attending me at the moment checked my vitals and said, "You know, you are a very lucky girl. Your boyfriend brought you in just in time..."
"Oh." I exclaimed, "he's not my boyfriend. He's just a stranger who happened to be at the right place at the right time."
"Humph...okay then." and with that he walked out of the room, turning off the light. Man, LA is turning out pretty terrible for me. Maybe my mom was right. This town may just be full of hopeless dreamers and crooks, but then again, maybe it's not! Maybe it's full of good people, like Mark. Well, I guess I can dream, because after all, I am just another hopeless dreamer...
