His Emergency Room

1: Battered Up

Rushed voices, twinkles of light.

I tried to pry my eyes open, but even that small movement ached my body.

I tried again, this time they cracked open, forcefully.

"She's awake!"I heared a voice shout.

I groaned loudly, making them know that their tone wasn't favored.

"Zara! You're awake!"my sister's  view came into my eyes. Her face looked drained, dark circles sat under her eyes, making their blue color seem dull.

"Good day Ms.Monet, how are you feeling?"

I located the tone coming from the door.
Jesus.

By the white coat, I could tell he was a doctor, but by his appearance he looked like a Calvin Klein model.

His obvious silky, black hair was messily tasseled on his head.

The other thing that stood out was his Emerald eyes. Dangerously green, it was so unreal, but at the same time it wasn't.

Sharpened jawline, outlined his manly face. Light hairs touched it, making him more edible, if possible- a result of not shaving.

There should be a law against such, good looking people, because they interfered with a persons hormones, like now
and with their heart rate, evidence on the heart monitor that is currently running a marathon.

He noticed this and chuckled making me turn scarlet.

"Fine," I said trying to sit up but wincing as the strain on my back worsened.

"I think not," he said.

Once again I was blushing, for no good reason, "Well you are doing quite fine, judging on the severity of the accident. We waited a period of two weeks for you to crack your eyes open,"

What? I was in a coma?

"You were really battered up, this is really a miracle," he smiled.

Again I turned a deep shaded of pink, "Two broken ribs, a fractured foot, collapsed lung and internal bleeding, we nearly lost you," he said softly.

He took out a clip board with a white piece of paper.

"So, your name is...Zara Annaleece Monet?" I nodded.

"Your age is...19?!"he said a little bit loudly, a frown, for some odd reason became clear on his face, he hid it quickly though and it was as if he was a different person, his whole demeanor changed, his voice was no longer gentle and goofy-ish.

"Er...Your in college?"

I nodded again.

After a few more personal questions he asked.

"How are you really feeling?"he was serous.

"Well, I'm a bit thirst now. I'm also really sore, my insides feel sore as well and a head ache is coming on"

"Okay, some water and painkillers will be sent to you, your soreness I'd due to your accident, the trauma that occurred to your body. The internal soreness however, is due to the operation, but don't worry, you'll be fine.Your in great hands."

"You said I had an operation? Where is the cut?"I asked concerned.

"Yes.You did, to cease the internal bleeding. The cut is..."he trailed of motioning for me to move my arms off of my stomach to show were the cut was.

He slowly looked at me seeking my permission to lift, the unfashionable hospital gown.

The dress was slowly raised, the valley of my breast was on display, but not the nipple.

The scar-ey healing line was right before my belly.

I could see him, trying to focus and explain to mom, about the cut but, ever so often his eyes drove a little further up the hill...

"It maybe won't if even leave a scar, you have beautiful skin," he said unaware of what he said.

I smiled awkwardly, the blood racing to much cheek.

When he realised, he blushed a little too, if I wasn't staring at this freakin' king infront of me, I wouldn't have noticed.

"Er...uhmmm, I have to go now, your things will be sent, have some rest."

"Okay," I tried my hardest holding in my blush, failing a second later.

He looked at me, I mean really looked at my every inch of me.

My tiresome face, my scratched up body. He was looking at me like he could see below the heavy greyish sheets and the paper thin gown.

"Oh, I hope she will get better! scratch that, she must!"my sister hugged me a little too tightly.

"She will."doctor too-freakin-sexy confirmed, making me too, believe that statement was true.