Morphed

Chapter 19

I hadn't slept for way too long. My body just wouldn't let me because then the nightmares would come, ending up with me screaming in a cold sweat. I hadn't eaten properly in a while so I was out of shape and always looked like a demon fresh out of hell.

"You need to eat, Brynne." Gavin sat across from me in a cafe near the hospital.

"I'm not hungry." I lied, actually feeling very sick at the moment.

"You haven't eaten in three days. Eat. Now." He pointed at the muffin he bought that sat in front of me.

"No." It just didn't appeal to me. No food did.

"God dammit, Brynne. I shouldn't have to shove it down your throat."

"Then I would die and my eating habits would no longer be important." I crossed my arms over my chest and sat back in my chair stubbornly.

"I would still make sure you chewed it before I completely let you die." He beamed in the cheesiest and cutest way possible.

"Sounds like a great friend." I rolled my eyes, fighting off a smile. It tugged at the corner of my mouth and I realized the grin had won.

"Brynne, I will literally feed it to you if you let me. Please, I just want you to eat."

"No." I suddenly began to feel lightheaded. Maybe this lack of food was getting to me.

"Brynne? You feeling okay?" He looked concerned, I think.

"Yeah. I- just give me a minute." I took a few deep breaths but the world kept spinning. "Gavin?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't feel so..." Everything began to turn sideways, then it all faded into black as I fell into something soft, which obviously was not the floor.

***

My eyes felt heavy but they began to blink open. White walls surrounded me, and I felt a pinch in my arm.

"She's awake!" A familiar voice called next to me.

I mumbled an incoherent phrase before people started busying themselves on me. "Take away some fluid since she's awake now."

"Was that 2 milliliters?"

"Yes."

I wasn't sure who these voices are, what they were talking about or why my eyes wouldn't open past squinting.

"What's going on?" I think I moaned, but at the same time I couldn't be sure. I pried my eyes open to realize I was in a hospital room and it all started coming back to me. I blacked out and I'm positive I didn't hit the floor. So what had happened?

"You passed out, lack of proper diet and sleep." A nurse responded. "It would've been a lot worse if you would've hit your head on the floor, but your friend here caught you." She looked at Gavin who was sitting next to my bed. "Well, since we got your IV adjusted we'll come back and check on you later." The nurses then left the room.

"They took our trackers out of our arms." Gavin stated.

"What?" I think my jaw might've dropped.

"I compelled them to not remember it. Our tattoos are still going to be there though, but it's a start."

"That's great." I was still shocked at how good Gavin was at things like that. Right in that moment, I realized he was wearing glasses that I had never seen him wear before. "When did you get those?" I lazily pointed at them.

"I've had them, I just like to wear contacts." He shrugged it off like it was no big deal. But it was a big deal to me because-

"They look hot." I blurted out. Oh shit. "I mean, they look good, nice. They're decent... They have a nice shape." What the hell was I saying?

Gavin smirked his all knowing smile that was sexy but pissed me off. "You think they look hot?"

I was too embarrassed for my eyes to change out of anger. "No... I didn't say that."

"Yes you did. And I'm glad you think they do, maybe I should wear them more often." That smirk still clung to his face.

"So, you caught me when I fell?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Well I couldn't let you fall."

"You already have." I stared up at him, looking into his deep green eyes. I almost slapped myself because of how dumb I sounded, he would never like me. One kiss we had counted for nothing. He had kissed tons before, I wasn't special.

"I almost didn't get that." Gavin smiled genuinely, then cupped my face in his hands. My heart pounded against my rib cage and I bet he could hear it too.

"Oh... Well... I'm- um. Sorry?" I squeaked. My mind didn't function and I no longer understood the words coming out of my mouth.

"Don't be sorry. I'm glad you said it." His lips pressed against mine, and electricity traveled through our bodies like we were meant to be in sync.

Maybe this boy was a keeper.