Macto

12; The Lines That Weren't on Paper

Latex, antiseptics, and bewilderment.

What's going on and why am I here?

The same question darted through my awakening mind a million times.

"Everything that occurred in the past twelve hours will come back in bits in pieces,"

An older man with eye glasses and speckled white hair towered above me with a stethoscope hanging from his blistering white lab coat.

I blinked rapidly and gazed at my surroundings. A classic, bland hospital room with a few outdated chairs scattered here and there took over my vision. No one else besides the man and I were present.

"Im Dr. Marley by the way. Ms. Faye you seem to-"

"Please call me Brita," Surprisingly, my voice projected more clearly than expected.

Mrs. Faye reminded me too much of mom. But he did not need to know that.

"My apologies, Brita. Anyways, you have an obvious concussion. It is not too severe though, you will just need to take it very easy for the next couple of weeks. No exercise or strenuous activity. Limit your reading and electronics as much as possible to help the recovery process."

My head nodded in understanding, whilst simultaneously attempting to remember what events had transpired in the past day.

My last clear memory was Josh bombarding into Benz's apartment and attacking him without purpose. My body shuddered at the reminiscence.

No wonder Benz despised me. I literally crashed into his life and left nothing but destruction and abruptness.

An IV hung from my arm and my stomach became feeble at the thought. Blood had never been my speciality.

"Who-who brought me here?" I could not help but stutter.

Dr. Marley made a noise that mirrored an elderly chuckle.

"Tall guy, kinda pale, intimidating look on his face. His name is on the tip of my tongue... He's a bit forbidding..."

"Benz." The second time I had interrupted the poor man in a matter of minutes.

"Sounds right. He should be returning soon. How are you feeling? The headache and dizziness should be to a minimal point now. They will probably happen within the next few weeks but should not be too severe. If you start to feel extremely ill, come back immediately."

He was purposely speaking leisurely for the sake of my vulnerable brain.

"I'm feeling okay. Just confused and a little out of it,"

I relaxed against the pillow and closed my eyes while I spoke.

"Well from your boyfr- I mean Benz's perspective, it sounds like you took a hard blow to the head,"

I almost burst out laughing when he was seconds from mistaking Benz for my boyfriend. Almost.

Like clockwork, a screeching door snapped both of our attention to the 6'0 boy joining us in the room. His face was frigid and just the sight of Benz provoked several lost memories.

"I can discharge you in about an hour,"

The doctor's eyes wandered to the clock

"So at about 2:30am." His feet shuffled towards the door and past Benz's unmoving body.

I thanked him as he exited, leaving the asshole and I without company.

Maybe I was the true asshole.