My body felt eerily heavy. I tried to move but the slightest movement hurts so much. My muscles seems to be all sore and tender. I could hear beeping sounds to my right. The stench of disinfectant is so heavy that it feels like it's gagging me. Something's itchy and poking me in my hand, I tried to lift it but my strength must have left me. I heard a rustling sound to my left and I could feel something warm cupping my other hand. I racked my brain trying to figure out what is happening to me. Last thing I remember was the party and me falling down a flight of stairs.  

 

"Oh no! The party! Everyone must have seen it. This is so humiliating. How could I show my face in the office again!" I groaned internally. 

 

"I shouldn't have gone to that stupid party! I should have just stayed home like I always do. I shouldn't have had listened to Trisha and Anna. This could not have happened!" I mentally nagged myself. How could I let this happen? 

 

 I tried to speak but all I managed to get out was a soft moan. 

 

"Krystal?" I heard a deep baritone to my right. I faced the direction of the voice. It was a voice I have never heard before. Who could it be? 

 

"Who are you?" I tried to ask the question but I only heard a moan escape my lips. 

 

"Shhhh. Don't talk. You need to rest. I'm just here. I'll take care of you." he sounded reassuring but he is still a stranger to me. Could it be a nurse or a doctor? One thing I'm definitely sure of is I'm in a hospital.  

 

I tried to open my eyes but my lids wouldn't obey me. Who is this man? I don't remember his voice. It can't be my father, he is miles and miles away from me. My boss wouldn't even care about me that I know for a fact.  

 

I tried to remember what happened before I fell but it's coming to me like a blur. I can't seem to make any out of it. I thought harder but my efforts just gave me a headache. 

 

"I told you to rest. Don't worry about anything. Go back to sleep." That voice again. If only I could open my eyes. I want to see his face. Who could it be?  

 

I felt a gentle squeeze in my hand. It's warm then I felt him stroke my hair. It was slow and tender. The sensation it gave me was relaxing. I stayed like that for a few moments until I fell asleep. 

 

The next time I regained consciousness, I'm still feeling groggy. It might be because of the medicine or I may have been sleeping for a while. I tried to open my eyes. I want to know where I was. Slowly, my eyelids open. At first everything is a blur but as my eyes adjust I got to see the clear picture. 

 

"Whoa!" I gasped.   

 

I'm in the biggest room I've ever been in my entire life. This is definitely not a hospital. The walls are painted with a soft cream color accentuated by dark oak panels. Just above the panels are pen lights that emit a soft glow making the woods' color more vibrant and alive. The ceiling is simple yet elegant with its lined square shaped lights. I looked to my right and a tall glass sliding door greeted my eyesight. Four potted plants are lined in front of it. The warm sunlight is so comforting as it touches my skin. Outside I could see flowers. It must be a garden. Whoever owns this place might want this to be their sanctuary. 

 

I tried to sit up. I pushed to lift my upper body into a sitting position careful not to hurt my hand where the IV needle is inserted. The bed was so soft. No wonder I felt so rested. "I could use a bed like this." I grinned to myself. The pillow, by the looks and feel of it was made from first class downs. It is as soft as a cloud or something close to it. I don't even know how a cloud feels or if it's even possible to touch. I remember my science teacher said that clouds are vapors or precipitations or something along those lines so I guess it can't be touched. 

This place is by far the most heavenly I've been to. I let out a sigh and reveled at the room I'm in then suddenly a thought hit me. Where am I?  

 

"I'm suppose to be in a hospital." I muttered aloud. Then I noticed the medical paraphernalias around me. These were all placed here... or not. 

 

"Wait a moment. Am I in a first class hospital? How could it be? I know a lot of big  

wigs were at the party but I'm sure no one would mistake me as a bigwig. I'm just an ordinary office girl with nothing special about her whatsoever. Just a plain Jane like they always say." I said those words loudly as if making sure to hear it and break myself from this dream. I debated whether it's a dream or reality. 

 

I closed my eyes and think back to that incident at the party. I tried to calm myself. I need to figure what happened to me. As I sat there contemplating what to do and debating if its a dream or not, I heard the door knob turn. I immediately looked at the door hoping it would be a familiar face. 

 

The hand on the knob was a man's. It's large and manly with long fingers. The man is wearing a black business suit that looks rather expensive. He has broad shoulders and I think a lean body underneath that. His tie is a mix of black and gradient colors of gray that matches his ash colored shirt. I fixed my gaze to his face.  He has thick brows and those eyes. It's like they can see through me like boring into my soul. His nose is so delicate and just a little bit pointed. Then my gaze fell on his lips, it looks soft and plump. It's rose colored. Wait a second! Is he wearing lip gloss? Why does it look like he is? 

 "Satisfied?" He said with a smirk. His voice jerked me into reality.  

 

"W-What?" I squeaked. This is so awkward. Have I been staring at him so long. Am I ogling like a schoolgirl? Do I look like a goldfish with mouth open? I absently mindedly put my fingers on my lips and looked away fast. Way to go Krystal! You never fail to embarrass yourself. I berated myself. 

 

He started towards me with long sure strides. He exudes an air of confidence and strength. I saw him look at the machine beeping next to me showing my vitals. Could it be that he is my doctor? Did I hit the jackpot or has the heavens gave me its blessing to make up for the humiliation of my fall? Well, I guess looking at the bright side, I could use a gorgeous doctor like him. I giggled inside at the silliness of what I'm thinking. 

 

"Satisfied?" He asked again as he stood in front of me. He placed both hands on the foot of the bed and leaned towards me. 

 

"W-What do you mean?" I stammered and averted his gaze. Who is this man? Really he is an awesome piece of art but do I know him. Why does he ask like he knows me? And what is he asking about? 

 

He must have read my mind and pulled back. He walked towards the glass door with his hands now behind his back. 

 

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable but you were perusing me earlier as if I'm something going through quality control." He said those words and smiled then looked down. 

 

" I-I'm sorry." I said softly. Really Krystal? You just have a great specimen of a man in front of you and you are falling to pieces. No wonder you are what they call as NBSB. I mentally slapped myself. I bowed my head and look at my hands. Awkward moment alert, say something I told myself. 

 

"Hey! No need for that." He immediately said as he sat on the bed. " I was just kidding. I'm just lightening up the mood. I thought you needed that." He was scratching his head like a boy at loss for words.  

 

I lifted my eyes and I saw him looking at me. 

 

"Who are you?" I blurted. I really want to know who this man is. Why is he here and how did he know me. A flood of questions came to me but all I need right now is the answer to my first question and next of course is an explanation of what happened after the party. 

 

He stood towering over me and leaned forward. My body became stiff. I garbbed the blanket and cradled it to my chest as if using it as s shield. What is he going to do? I wondered. I was about to ask him when he reached for the pillow beside me and carefully tucked it between my back and the beds headboard. 

 

"There. It's more comfortable that way right?" He smiled and sat down again. 

 

"Y-yes. Thank you." I said. "I'm sorry but are you..." I started my question but he cut me into it. 

 

"I'm not your doctor." 

 

"How did you know I was going to ask that? Are you a mind reader or something?" I blurted. 

 

He gave a hearty chuckle. Wow! He even laughs so beautifully. I'm about to swoon but my inner bitch said " Get hold of yourself girl! Are you going to make a fool of yourself over and over again.? Think straight and get the details." 

 

"I don't need to be a mind reader to guess it. I'm just stating the obvious. If I were you that would be my question." He said then patted my hand. 

 

"Oh! I guess you are good at reading people." I tried to smile as I said those words. 

 

"I better be or else I would never be good at my job." He nonchalantly said. 

 

I mustered up the courage to ask my next question. Well, I have to. I needed details. "If you're not my doctor then who are you and where am I?"I faced him and tried to insert conviction in my voice. I want him to know that I needed answers. 

 

"Well.." he started then he took one of my hand and hold it in placed between his. He squeezed gently. I remembered that gesture from before. It was definitely him. " I'm Damian and you are in my home. I'm taking care of you." He fixed his gaze on my face and our eyes met. I felt my insides start to feel warm. Then he lifted his hand and brushed a stray hair away from my face. I closed my eyes. The sensation created by the slight touch of his skin in mine was a little overwhelming. 

 

"Krystal? Are you okay?" I heard worry in his voice. I opened my eyes. "I think you should take it easy. You might over exert yourself." 

 

"I'm fine." I said. 

 

"No, you're not." I'm about to say my protest when he placed his index finger on my lips. Damn! His finger is so warm against my lips. Why is my body responding to him like this? I have lived my life without a man's touch. Is this how it feels?  

 

"You have to rest. Close your eyes and wait for me. I'll go get some food for you." He stood up but I grabbed his arm just before he step away. 

 

"What is it?" He asked puzzled. 

 

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. He stood there looking at me for a few seconds then he leaned over and whispered in my ear. 

 

"This is me caring for my fiancé." Hearing those words left me baffled. Long after he left the room I still sat there transfixed. How? How did it happened? Me a fiancé? I have never had a boyfriend and now I have a fiancé? I don't recall even meeting or dating him. He might have been mistaken but how could he be? Is he some kind of a stalker? Or maybe a psycho killer who treats his victims well before torturing them to death. My heart started to race. What should I do?