A soft touch is felt on my cheek. My body throbs with pain, every inch of my skin blazing with thrills of fire. I groan.
A gentle shake vibrates through my body. "Graise," my name is called again, softly as if just a whisper in my ear. My eyes drowsily flutter open, the only sight a beautiful forest green staring down at me. As soon as the sight is there it's gone again, the darkness returing.
"No, stay with me. Open your eyes Graise." The voice echoes through my mind. My eyes struggle to follow their orders, fighting to breach the light again. Sirens are heard in the distance, their sound slightly muffled through my hazed mind. I continue my battle, clutching onto the words of the gentle voice.
"Graise." My name is called again just before I feel my body being lifted and I succumb to the darkness...
The frantic voice echoes through my brain. I look around in search of the source.
I try to move but my feet won't comply.
My mind shouts demands at my stubborn limbs but to no prevail.
I start to panic. I try to scream but nothing comes out. A darkness clouds my vision, slowly consuming me. I continue to panic, trying to call for help. Just as the darkness is about to consume me a familiar voice pulls me from my dreaming state.
My mind tries to decipher their words.
"I need to know that she is okay."
Excitement thrills through my body at the muffled tone. I want to open my eyes, make my presence known but I can't-a stronger force seals me in this floating state.
"Let me see her." The voice demands.
A deep sigh is heard. "Fine, but I will be seeing her soon though."
I hear footsteps just before I fall back into my sedated world...
Steady beats sound around me. I groan in annoyance though wince soon after as a throbbing head ache breaches. Another groan escapes my lips, this time one of pain.
"Gray." A muffled voice sighs in what sounds like relief. My brows curl together, my mind working to open my eyes and see who the stranger is. Drowsily, my eye lids flutter open. Blurs of white cloud my vision. I cringe, the light blinding my sensitive eyes.
"W-where am I?" My voice is horse and weak. I try to sit up, only prevocing the pounding in my head.
"Shh, stay down. You're okay you're just in the hospital." A familiar voice assures from next to me. I turn towards the source, blinking away the bright blur.
"Jakey," I smile lazily at him. He returns the gesture, his eyes curling in amusement.
"Glad to see your okay Graisie." He teases. I breath out a small laugh, only to wince in pain seconds later. "The doctor said you would have a head ache when you woke up," Jake gives me a simpathetic look, his face all the sudden turning serious-something I am not used to.
"S'not too bad." I try to assure him. The look on his face softens. "What h-happened? W-why am I in a hospital?" My head turns to glance around the strange room in confusion.
"I'll tell you later, now you need to rest up." Jake leans forward and presses a light kiss to my forehead.
"W-will you be here when I wake up?"
Jake nods. "Of course babe, I'm not going anywhere."
"Night Jakey." I sigh, closing my eyes.
A stale scent filled my nostrils. I cringed at the horrid scent. It took me a second to remember where exactly I was, then after opening my eyes my memories were confirmed. Hospital.
I'd always hated these places. Not that I'd ever had sad memories, just the thought of IV's plugged into my skin and sick patience never appealed to me. Not to mention the annoying a.ss constant of machines beeping away.
My eyes looked curiously around the room. White lined every inch of the walls and floors, creating a sickening sense of over starolization. I tried to push my body up, immediately regreting the motion as a horrid pounding pulsed through my head. My face contorted in an uncomfortable pain. I again tried to pull myself from the white sheets, this time ignoring the throbbing in my head begging me to lay back down. A sudden dizziness spun through my head as I got to my feet, I held onto the railing of the bed as the flashes slowly died away. I walked stiffly over to the bathroom, tugging the annoying IV chords along with me. My eyes widened as I took in my appearance.
My hair was a greesed mess, sticking up and knotted in every manner possible. My whole face looked pale and my eyes sported dark circles. But the thing that caught my attention was the two bandaids at the top of my forehead. I pulled the tan tape off my skin to reveal a large cut lined with an angry purple bruise.
This would explain my head ache.
After another examination at the cut I decided that I was greatly in need of a shower. I hissed in pain as the needle of the IV was pulled from my skin. God I hate needles.
The water was warm and welcoming under my palms. I quickly undressed and stepped into the white shower. A sigh fell from my lips as the water wet my skin. I completely submerged myself in its sweet sooth. I stood there for a good five minutes before actually trying to accomplish anything. I wasn't in any rush really, I was still trying to figure everything out and the temperature was helping derail every blur.
Softly I messaged the shampoo through my mangled dark locks. My eye fell closed at the soothing feel. I continued on, grabbing the soap and caressing it against my dirty skin until I felt new and clean. Finally after what I felt was hours I decided to leave the other patience some water and reluctantly get out. I immediately missed the sweet warmth. Something I could never understand about bathrooms was how my water could be so hot and steamy yet the space beyond my shower was dreadfully cold. Chills erupted on my freshly washed skin as I swiped a towel down it, collecting the moisture away. I pulled on my horrid white gown and pulled open the door to my room.
"You know, you weren't supposed to take a shower with that cut." Jake says, seated in the doctors roll chair spinning in circles.
"A little water never hurt anything." I shrug. He stops his spinning and gives me a playful glare.
"I see you took out the IV's too?" He quirks an eye brow at me. I toss back the look. "Problem?"
He rolls his eyes. "You never like to follow rules do you Gray?"
I shake my head. "While we are at twenty questions why am I here?" I ask the question that has been on my mind since I woke up.
Jakes face turns serious. "You were almost hit by a taxi."
My eyes widen in shock. Almost hit by a taxi?
"Someone pushed you out of the way."
The frantic voice shouting my name echoes through my mind. Blurs of that night flash through my mind. Looking for the source but finding the yellow blur coming towards me. "Who?"
"Knock knock." A voice interupts Jake before he can finish. I look at the door to find a formally dressed man with a white lab coat and clip board. "How are you feeling today Miss Todd?"
"F-fine, who are you?" I question.
"Oh I'm sorry. I'm Doctor Payne." The man introduces with a warm smile, his voice holding a thick accent I didn't catch before. I return the smile and take a seat on the bed, feeling sort of awkward just standing there.
Doctor Payne takes a longing glance at Jake who sits in his chair, but takes a seat at the end of the bed without a word.
"So, how is your head?" He questions.
"I have a headache." I inform.
He nods with a simpathetic smile. "That's normal, it should wear off within a couple of days." He assures. "You have a minor concussion so you might experience some dizziness and nausea. Just be sure to take things easy for a few days." He instructs.
"Alright, I am going to get you a prescription that I would like you to take to speed up your healing and then you are free to go Miss Todd." Doctor Payne informed with a warm smile.
"Thank you Doctor Payne."
"You are very welcome love." With that he walked out the door.
"Sort of a weird name for a doctor, yeah?" Jake said immediately after the door closed.
"What! I'm just saying, I mean Doctor Payne? Sounds kind of kinky." He shrugged. I scoffed at him.
"You're so nasty." He chuckled at my disgusted reaction.
"I think you like him." He accused.
"You want to have some fun with Dr. Payne don't you Graisie?" He teased in a mocking tone. My cheeks heated in embarrassment and I turned my head away from him.
"Just get me some clothes so I can take this d.amn dress off." I demand.
"Sure you don't want Dr. Payne to do that for you?"
"Jake!" I screech and shove him away, causing him to fall out of the roll chair. Jake glares at me, causing me to laugh only to regret it seconds later as I cringe in pain.
Jake chuckles at my reaction and stands up.
"That'll teach you not to laugh at me." He mumbles on his way out...
The next day was strange for me. I wasn't in my usual rush to find something presentable to do with my hair or finding clean clothes-no I was sitting down at the kitchen table enjoying a steaming cup of black coffee and some hash browns Jake made me before he left for work. It was a nice change, relaxing having the silence all to myself instead of having to hear Tom's annoying orders. I was enjoying my sick leave and I was surely going to stretch out this whole "minor concussion" thing for as long as I could. The more time I was given away from Tom, the better was how I saw it. And if jucing my luck dry was what it took then so be it. I was just happy to be home instead of walking in the freezing New York air.
A small knock sounds at my door, I set down my unfinished coffee and made my way to the door.
"Coming," I called as a second knock sounded. Some people were just so impatient.
I looked through the peep hole to find a man dressed in blue pants and a heavy coat.
I pulled back the chain and greeted the strange man.
"Delivery for a Graisen Todd?" The man recited.
"Here you are ma'am." He smiled, handing me a vase of white roses wrapped in a forest green ribbon.
"Thank you." I looked at the assortment in confusion.
"You're welcome, have a lovely day."
"Yeah, you too." I bid then shut the door. After twisting the lock and pulling the chain through its slot I walked back to the kitchen, the vase of flowers in my hand.
I set the case down on the counter. My eyes caught on a small note buried in the bouquet. I picked the paper up curiously, hoping maybe it's contents would give some hint as to who they were from.
"Meet me at Central Park at three p.m. ~HS"
I stared down at the words in confusion. Who was HS?
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