Picture Perfect (A Zak Bagans Love Story). [ Editing, and on hold. ]

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I wake up, consiousness coming to me again. I look around to see solid white walls. I try to move but I am stuck where I am. I turn my head to the left, then to right. Seeing no one, I decided to try at sleep again but it wouldn't come. I didn't want to yell. I looked through the glass to find 'him.' The one that saved me. His eyes locked with mine. His chocolate eyes burning into mine. He steps into the door. He sits down in the chair next to the bed. Next to, or at least closer to, me.

I see his face for the first time. His deep eyes. His toned body. His set and firm jawline. The hair. Gotta love the hair. Jet black. Styled. Gorgeous. His arms are perfect. And his are the ones that brought me here. He extends his hand towards mine. I save him the trouble and take it,

"Hey beautiful. I see you're up and well."

"I try to be. I'm sorry about that."

"For what?" He arches his brow slightly. Adorable. No other word for it.

"Making myself a burden on your part. I feel like you were forced to do this."

"I don't feel forced at all. You were dying and I felt the need to save you. Before I forget, what's your name?"

"I-I'm Redland. My friend just calls me Red. A-and you a-are?" I manage to sputter out.

"I'm Zak. And friend? Surely a girl as beautiful as you would have more than one friend."

"Do siblings count? If they do, then I would have 2 friends."

"I guess they do. Your dad, I think it was, stopped by. He was worried sick about you. Said you needed to be home as soon as possible. Today if you could. I let you alone for a moment with him. You're lucky. You have a dad who loves you."

"Well, thanks for talking to him for me. And what about your dad? And my dad? Love me? I don't think that's even possible." I mutter that last part. Sure that he doesn't hear me.

"My dad, he died in a car accident. My mom and I were lucky enough to survive but he didn't. She re-married. Now the only dad I have is my step-dad. And he can't stand the sight of me."

"Oh. I-I'm sorry. I didn't know. Anyways, did the doctor tell you when they are letting me get out of here?"

"2 weeks. Tops."

"Shit. I need to get out of here now. The longer I'm in here, well, I can't tell you. But I really have to get out. Now." I start pulling out the needles and attempt to stand. Failing horribly. Thankfully, my butt never hit the floor. Zak caught me before that happened. Saving me the embarassment.

He lays me gently back on the bed. "No. You need to rest. You aren't fully healed yet. Why do you need to get out of here so soon?"

"I just have to. I can't tell you or I could die. I don't want you to get involved with my business. My life even. You should go. Really Zak."

I hate to send him away like that but it's for his own good. I can't risk him dying because of this. I don't want him to anyways. And I just met him, I can't trust him. Not one ounce but I can't help it. It's just the way I feel around him. Like a teenager again.

He stands. His posture slumped a little more than it was when he first came in. He looks back at me one last time. A look of disappointment and sadness pass over his face for a moment. He slams the door behind him and walks away. I sigh. I don't want to let him go but I have to. For his own good. That's all I had that was good in this world and I had to let him go. Some world, huh? And for a moment, I thought I was saved.