"Oh, oh my god. Okay, can I see him?"
"Yes, come with me."
I took a deep breath and followed him, not bothering to change or get ready. I followed him, in my booty shorts and crop top. I grabbed a long coat on my way out, that went down to my knees.
The man drove me to the hospital.
"He's been in a terrible car accident, he's awake and can talk, but he's beat up real bad." he explained as we walked down the halls.
He opened the door. I stepped in. I saw something I never wanted to see.
It wasn't my father.
"Hey." Andrew mumbled.
I was speechless.
"Are you in your pajamas?" he asked.
"Stop." I said. "Don't... Don't talk."
"They wouldn't let me... have... my phone." he said taking deep breaths.
"Stop."
"I was on my way back..."
"Stop it. I don't care."
"Please I-"
"I love you. I'm not going to leave you." I interrupted him.
He smiled.
He had a broken arm and a few broken ribs.
I stayed with him the entire night. I laid in the hospital bed, he had his arm broken draped around me and he lightly kissed my forehead.
"I love you, y/f/n" (your full name)
"I love you." he repeated.
I drifted off to sleep, Even though I didn't want to. I was living a dream, and no longer living a nightmare.
I awoke at home. Alone. In my bed.
I got up and looked around, at my phone, at everything.
It was a dream? No. It can't be.
I walked down stairs. Andrew stood in the kitchen making bacon.
"Someone's awake."
"How'd I get home?"
"I was released, and my friend brought us home."
"Sit down." I ordered.
"Look, I'm fine."
"No. Sit down."
"Why?"
"I'm going to take care of you. Now sit."
Andrew sighed and sat in the chair. I went to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit.
"Alright... stay calm." I said as I put alcohol on the cotton ball.
I gently dabbed his forehead, where a two inch cut was.
"Ah!" he winced.
"Toughen up." I teased.
I got closer as I tended to his wounds.
"There." I smiled, finished.
We starred at each others eyes, then he leaned in, I leaned back.
He blinked in surprise and sunk back into the chair with a sigh.
"Alright." I said, as I started to make him breakfast.
"Do you love me?" he asked.
"I'd never want anything bad to happen to you."
"That's not what I asked."
"Well, what did you ask? Did you ask if I'll marry you? If I'll be your girlfriend? If I'll screw you?" I questioned.
"Do you love me?" he asked again.
"Yes, Andrew. I love you."
"What does that make us?..." he asked.
