In Deep (rewriting?? )

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It's been a day. A full day of sleeping and doing nothing but listen to the stupid heart monitor and the doctors in the hall. I did like sleeping, but the constant check-ins from Dr. Ray didn't help me stay asleep. I really feel bad for Ethan. I don't want him to hate me. Oh god, I think as I rub my hands over my face. I'm not allowed my phone at this time, or light, or books, or music.

God, I hate having a concussion. But when I'm discharged, I think everything will be good. I hear a knock at my door, and thinking it's Dr. Ray, I don't pay it any mind, She will just walk in anyways. But another knock comes and I know that it's not Dr Ray. I sit up, wondering who it could be. Not my family, because they were already here today, and not the police since they were here yesterday.

"Come in," I say loud enough for the person on the other side to hear me.

In comes one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. My god, who is this man--or is he a boy? He had longer brown hair that fell just over his forehead, blue eyes that seemed to sparkle even in the low light of my hospital room, along with the fittest body I have ever seen on someone my age.

His sharp features could cut you. Needless to say, he is gorgeous. But, I don't know him. Unless there's part of my life I've forgotten about due to my concussion, but the doctors have confirmed my memories are intact so that's not a possibility.

"Umm, I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong room."

"No, I don't," he says matter-of-factly.

"Umm okay," I say, weirded out. I do not know this person. He approached me with a bouquet in hand. Why is this sexy specimen giving me these flowers? He quickly runs his hand through his hair.

"God, I'm so awkward," he says to himself, "Sorry, I'm James. I... umm... I was the one who saw the accident and called 911. I just thought that I would come give you these flowers and see how you were doing. It was a pretty nasty accident." He lets out a quick breath, almost as if he's nervous. God, he can't be nervous, look at him! I catch my reflection in the window beside me and am horrified.

I haven't showered or brushed my hair today. I look like a rat. A RAT. Oh god, I just want to shove my face in my pillow and die. He places the flowers down on the window sill and sits in the chair across from my bed.

"I know you have a concussion so I assume you've been bored."

"Oh my gosh, yes. There is nothing to do but sleep and stair at the ceiling. It's literal hell," I say, thankful that I was finally able to rant about my situation.

"That sounds awful," he laughs.

"Yeah, I can't even look at my phone. Or do anything. But this is almost over. I get my phone back for an hour when I'm discharged and then my electronics time will slowly increase from there."

"Wow, that's fast." he says leaning back, more comfortable now that it's less awkward between us."

"Yeah,  honestly that one hour is going to feel like heaven." I say honestly. I am so looking forward to having my phone back. Even if it's for a limited amount of time. I need to formulate what I'm going to say to Ethan. It's not like I don't have the time.

We continued to talk for another hour before a nurse came in kindly requesting James leave so I could have a nap. He was really cool. I learned that he goes to Phillips Academy, therefore he is rich. Not to make assumptions, but Phillips Academy is for the richest of the rich. It's a private all boys boarding school 30 minutes from town.

I only know a few people who go there. He was on a run as well when he saw the accident. It's still crazy to me that all this happened. It's really nice that he came to visit me. There was definitely no need for that. I'm thankful enough that he helped me, let alone check up on me at the hospital after the fact. I would definitely not penalize him if he moved on with his life. And he brought me flowers. It's all just so thoughtful and kind.

He also said that he would be back. But why? I'm just a stranger who got in an accident that he happened to witness. It wasn't even that bad for crying out loud. It is not like I'm dying and he's harboring some sort of bystanders remorse or I am paralized and need to get a go fund me page started for my hardship. What was he doing? James still on my mind, I drift off into my dreamless state thanks to the help of morphine.

James is here again, in my room. Tomorrow I'm being discharged which I am so grateful for, and along with that discharge comes my phone for a juicy 1 hour. James is discussing with my father as my mother is brushing my hair. A true gentleman, she remarked to me quietly as the two men bond over what James Bond movie was superior. My father was not impressed when James walked into my room today, asking all questions under the assumption that James was my boyfriend that I had kept a secret.

But James simply laughed explaining to my father that he was the one who assisted me when the accident happened and thought he would check up on me. My father, now relaxed due to no imminent threat of a boyfriend who I had kept secret, started some small talk, which soon turns into a full conversation, seemingly forgetting about my mom and I's existence. After James left, he gave me his phone number on a slip of paper to text him when I got home. I'm not going to lie and say that there wasn't a blush on my cheeks as I took the small paper from his grasp and placed it on my nightstand.

I'm going to be honest and admit I am looking forward to texting James when I get home. My father wouldn't stop raging about how amazing that "young man" is and how we need "more kids like him in our society". So, even though he's not my boyfriend, apparently he already is in my dad's good books. The thought of James did make me giddy inside. Thinking about how good he looked in the leather jacket he was wearing and his hair messy, and his perfect smile with its adorable dimples, I fall back into my pillow as I sigh.

God, get yourself together, Sara! Anybody can seem to make you blush these days. I roll over looking into the darkness of my hospital room. As if I have a chance with a smoke show like that. Although, that was the mentality I had with Jason and look where that landed me. I need to stop thinking about boys.

Who's kidding, that's not possible for me.

But, I am worth more than I give myself credit for. You know what? I do have a chance with Jason. As good of a chance as anyone does because I'm a babe. Smiling to myself, I drift into unconsciousness.

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