Trapped

I opened my eyes to see Rick sitting beside my bed, dozing off. I looked around to see that I was on a hospital bed, and slowly the events as to how I ended up here started surfacing. My eyes widened in shock, and my brain still couldn't catch up with the reality life had thrust upon me. Everything started falling into place all of a sudden: why Rick seemed so familiar the first time I met him, why he reminded me so much of my HIM. As things fell into place, I realised that tears were streaming down my cheeks and I couldn't breathe. I turned away from Rick and curled up on the bed, and slowly started rocking myself, hugging myself tighter with each passing second. The more I think about Rick sitting next to me, the more I feel afraid, and the more my grip on myself tightens. Fifteen minutes, which felt like hours, passed, and eventually my tears stopped. My body and brain caught up with everything that happened, and I went numb. I heard rustling and turned around to see Rick open his eyes.
I could see the smile form on his face when he saw that I was awake, but I could no longer appreciate that beautiful smile. He leaned forward to hug me, and I jumped out of bed. I ripped out the IV that was attached to my hand and started walking around the bed towards Rick. He was shocked to see what I did and moved forward to touch me again (maybe to stop the blood from flowing out of my hand? I don't know. I don't care), but I held up my hand telling him not to touch me. There was only one thought running in my mind, "RUN", it said, but I ignored the strong urge to bolt out of the room or to cover myself up and stopped just a few feet away from him.