The steady beat of her heart monitor reassures me as I lay with my head in my arms, eyes closed. 

The wood pushed against my cheek as I frown. 

When will she wake up?

I feel myself wanting to kiss her forehead like I had did before, to feel her soft skin pressed against my lips-  

Shit, I don't mean that. I mean . 

Wow, I can't even think clearly in my own head. 

Thats when I hear a soft stirring, my eyes snap open immediately. 

"Bunny?" The name slips out before I got the chance to think about what I was saying. 

She looked around in a haze,  somewhere in my chest, I felt myself slowly rebooting. 

Her brown eyes peeking from under her droopy eyelids sent me a soft calming sensation. She looked in a state of euphoria and confusion, to be honest it made me want to chuckle. She finally sees me and her brow creases. 

"Blake."

Her voice is scorched and dry. I bring my finger to my lips, hushing her-

( Also known as giving her the universal sign of shut up)

-while I insisted on bringing her water, but in came Louise, stealing my thunder. "Scarlet!" He shouts excitedly. After she rubbed her temple from the loud noise, he turns towards me and shushes me. I have he urge to roll my eyes but I can't bring myself to. 

"She's okay."

I her her mothers voice at the doorway. She gives her daughter and son a sad smile before turning towards me. "I'll go get the doctor."

Louise gave Scarlet the water and she asked for another, this time her voice less scratchy. She then motions me forward slowly and it looked like something yoda would do. 

She looked drugged up. It was adorable. 

I slowly walked forward, making sure not to trip over any wires. 

I felt like one step of one and bam, she's dead. You can't blame me, they all looked so important. 

"Hello little violent bunny."

"Hello little kitten."

***

I don't know how I got here to be honest. She had fallen asleep and I was right next to her on the bed, watching her. 

A part of me saw it as creepy, but the other part of me didn't care. 

It was hard to admit but I had grown strong feelings for her. Fear slapped me in the face, hard. I almost got her killed.

She was a mystery, I got the feeling an artist makes when he is staring at a sketch, not knowing which color to paint which . 

Conflicted to a point which I didn't understand. 

I saw her as a nerd but a hint of her is rebellious.

I like that about her.