Waking up shouldn't be scary.

It usually isn't, but now it is.

The first thing I see is an unfamiliar ceiling. The lights are shut off, yet I can still see everything in the room I lay in.

A nerv wrecking, repeatedly beep sound was the only thing hearable noise in the room. It nearly made me go insane, though I had other priorities right now.

I try to get into a sitting position but when I moved that little, I groaned. My body felt sore, my head hurt and it felt like my muscles haven't moved in a very long time in general.

A yelp nearly escaped my dry and chapped lips when my hand got squeezed, but unfortunately my throat was sore and dry, it got stuck there.

I tried to look at my hand, though I stiffened when I saw a freaking needle was poked into my vein. I shivered and felt immediately uncomfortable.

Just the thought of something poking through my vein was so disgusting I averted my eyes as fast as I could.

Until something just moved on the bed I was in.

I shriek got stuck in my throat once again. Until I saw a person sitting on a chair, head resting on his arms on the edge of the bed.

According to the steady breaths and the position like you would sleep in school on your desk, this person was asleep.

And this person was holding my hand.

The beep sound got my attention again when it started to pick up the pace, just as my heartbeat.

Out nowhere, the head shot up in the air. I jumped so bad a ragged and hoarse scream flew into the room. If I wouldn't have been scared, I would be ashamed of that weird noise.

Sounded like something just died.

"What- Hope!" The voice made my head snap towards it.

It was Thomas?!

"Wha-" I wanted to ask so many questions but my voice wouldn't come out. The beeping got faster again.

"It's okay, calm down." He squeezed my hand, apparently again. "You're okay. Here." He reached out with his other hand and held a glass of water infront of my face. "Drink this."

The hand that wasn't occupied by his reached it. Something pressed on my finger. It was those clip things. Pulse oximetry I think. It hurt a little so I went to take it off.

A stern glance from Thomas. "You can't take it off." So I tried to hold the glass with it on. Carefully wrapping my finger around it. He helped me grip it, though when he started to slowly let go, my hand started to uncontrollably shake.

I nearly let the glass drop and water almost spilled, but he was faster and took it out of my hands again. "You must have questions, so I try to snawer them." After he cleared his throat he continued, "You are in a hospital. Since four days ago, to be exact.

I saw him gulp as I tried to concentrate on his words.

"I found you in your room. You were bleeding and the blood was all around your room. I heard you scream, more than once, that's why a came. Apparently you hit your head and scratched open a leg on a sharp edge.

"From the looks of it you were trying to move to a certain place but you didn't succeed. You have a concussion so I think you felt dizzy and stumbled around." He trailed off in the end.

"But that's all just assumptions from my side, I was hoping you could tell me what happened."

While he talked it all came back. It wasn't much but I vaguely remember what I wanted to do and what my thoughts were like.

I wanted to tell him, but a nurse came storming into the room.

"What happened? I heard a scream." She asks when she sees us being fine. Well, as much as I can be fine.

My thoughts wandered off to Janice-the-nurse. She worked at the hospital back at ho- my old home. I hope she's doing fine. And I hope they're just as nice here.

"She woke up." Thomas spoke. "Alright, her heart rate is a little high." She looked at the monitor beside the bed.

Again, I tried sitting up and groaned again. It didn't sound like a groan, my throat was still dry and sore.

"Wait, look here. It'll help adjusting the bed." The nurse handed me a remote and from reading the small symbols I pressed the button to get the back rest in a sitting up position.

It was a bit awkward as both just stood - or sat - in silence while I slowly rose to an upright position.

"Can-" but my voice broke, if you can call it voice at that weird whisper voice.

"She wants water." Thomas spoke for me and I was grateful for that. I would normally not be so glad that a man would speak for me but now it was a different situation.

The nurse eyed the glass that stood on the desk next to Thomas and lifted an eyebrow. He, again, explained, "She can't drink from that."

"Alright, I'll be back in an second." She left with a last glance.

Thomas shifted in his seat, just then I realized I was still holding his hand. And he was holding mine. I didn't pull back, though. Actually, I found myself enjoying his touch.

He didn't pull back either. I'm not even sure if he was aware he was still holding my hand but if he was he didn't show it.

"Why is your heart going so fast?" He asked out of nowhere. Just then I realized that the beeps picked up their pace. Perhaps I knew why. I knew definitely. "And are you blushing?"

"I'm-" I tried to clear my throat and let that little saliva I had in my mouth run down, trying to get me talking again. "I'm-" But again it hurt. So I shook my head to signal him I wasn't blushing.

I bet at this moment I'm not even anymore, I'm frustrated, to be honest. Not being able to talk properly wasn't nice. It hurt and my voice felt like it literally got stuck.

Then I help up one finger, the one with the pulses oximetry, to signal him I want to answer his first question and to clarify what I meant, I pointed at the heart monitor who was betraying me and audibly made the beeps go faster.

"You want to answer my first question why your heart is beating so fast?" He guessed. 'Good guess' I wanted to say but couldn't. So I just gave him a nod.

At his expectant look, I lifted up our intertwined hands and cursed at my heart beat because it started to pick up its pace, hearable for Thomas.

He couldn't respond, though, 'cause the nurse came back in. With a straw in her hand.

"Here." She handed it to Thomas and motioned at the glass. He placed it in there, but I still couldn't drink as she wasn't done speaking. "And I'll go get a doctor to let you get checked up." With a small smile she closed the door behind her.

Thomas picked up the glass of water, now with a straw and placed it in the free hand I held out. Though when he let go, the glass trembled again, a drop spilling over onto a blanked that covered my lower half.

He rubbed his eyes and murmured, "This isn't working." And took out the glass from my hand. He didn't put it back, though. Slowly he brought it in front of my mouth.

The straw was near my lips, but I couldn't catch it and huffed. I feel so weak, laying here and not even being able to talk.

"Hey it's fine." He let go of my hand and I immediately missed it. My hand was cold right away. Grabbing the straw with his free hand, he gently placed it between my lips.

The water went down in a smooth motion and it felt like my mouth and throat were brought back from the death.

Once I finished drinking, he placed the glass back and took my hand again. I looked into his warm, calming eyes. He was here for me. Taking care of me.

"I love your eyes." I blurt out and immediately regret ever saying that out loud. The beeps quickened and I cursed them. "Well, I love not only your eyes." He replied.

My heart went on the run, exposed, of course.

Probably relieved, the doctor entered and freed me from having to give Thomas an answer. I wouldn't have been able to either way.

"Alright Miss Clarkson, I'm doctor Bennet." He greeted. "How do you feel?"

"I feel like riding unicorns." I groaned at my second attempt to sit myself upright.

He chuckled at that. "Good to hear. I still have to talk to you about your test results. You may have to leave the room for this." Doctor Bennet turned his head towards Thomas at his last sentence.

"Alright. Imma be right back then." He squeezed my hand one last time and stood up to leave us alone. I felt empty right away.

"Miss Clarkson, or do you want to be called Hope?" He asked very kindly. I liked him. He was a good doctor.

"Hope should be fine." My voice was raspy, though the fact I could talk in first place was enough.

"Alright, Hope." He looked through my file. It has to be mine, why would he be here anyway? "You have pulled yourself a concussion, not a too bad one, you had luck. You're head must've hit with force.

"You also scratched open your right leg and you got some bruises that aren't threatening at all." He summed up. Didn't sound too bad, I guess.

"And we found benzodiazepines in your blood. A very high dose as well."

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

"I..." Think, Hope, think. "I had some sleeping problems two days ago. It's prescripted." I stammered, not really convincing.

"You don't have to talk about it, but I want you to come again in a week to get your blood tested. You won't need to take the medication anymore."

Double shit.

"If the test is negative I'll believe you. For now just rest. Your family is currently eating lunch in the hospital cafeteria, would you want me to get them? And do want to eat?"

My stomach growled like he was listening. "Something to eat would be nice, actually. But please don't disturb my family eating. I want to sort myself before speaking to them."

Luckily he gave me an understanding smile. "Alright. When they're finished eating I'll let them know you can receive visiters. Food will be brought to you." Off he went.

Thomas' head poked through the door. "You want me to wait outside? Doc said you wanted no visiters." "No, I said I wanted my family to finish eating."

"In that case, I'll come in." He sat down and took my hand to intertwine it with his.

So now I got two problems.

One, I have to talk with my family about what happened, though I would leave the pill-part out.

And two, that thing with Thomas.

Both will have to wait until I finished the food I'm about to receive. Not dealing with this on an empty stomach.

//°°\\

A/n:

Their love is growinggggg.

What do you think about them?

I hope this whole hospital thing is accurate, I never been in Hope's situation (luckily), but if anyone ever is, I'm here to talk!

It's currently 2:50 am for me, but I just couldn't stop writing, and as I'm VERY impatient I'll post it right away, so again, two chapters in two days, wow!

And it's a little longer chapter as well 😯

Anyway, good night yall, Imma finally go to sleep cuz I got real tired <3

Have a great day or rest of it!

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