I awoke yet again in the hospital. This time, I was surrounded by warmth. I was laying down, but my head was pressed against the bartender. His strong arms were wrapped around me, one of his hands cradled the back of my head lost in my long hair. His chin was still propped on top of my head as before. His chest rose and fell with his breaths and his heart drummed on. I nuzzle my face into him. Why am I so comforted by this? And why have I become so vulnerable to him? I didn't understand how my mind was working. Perhaps I had been lonely for too long. Maybe I had been lonely even when I was with Njeri the last few centuries and didn't even realize. I exhaled unsure how to deal with my thoughts. Amidst my comfort, I saw a faint light shining through the narrow window above us. I closed my eyes in an attempt to sustain my comfort. Hm, I wonder what time it is.. My eyes flashed open. What. Time. Is. It? I tried to sit up but his arms gripped me tighter. Damn it, okay now to wake him up. Maybe I could call his name. Wait... what is his name? My lips thinned into a straight line. How could I be like this, in this position without knowing his name?
"Hey!" I whispered. Nothing. "Hey," I whispered louder. Nothing again. "Goddamn it, would you wake the hell up?" I squirmed around in his arms.
"Five more minutes," his thick morning voice pleaded. Why did that sound so attractive? Hold on, what am I thinking?! I shook my head trying to clear the thought.
I deepened my voice and demanded, "Wake up."
I felt him stiffen. "Okay.. I'm awake.." He sounded like a puppy who had been scolded.
I brought my voice back to its normal tone, "What time is it?"
"Uh..." He lifted one of his steel beams of arms off to reach into a pocket. He brought the phone up to his face and clicked the power button. His face screwed up at the bright light when he turned it on and grunted. I smiled at the sight. "It's 6:10." He put his phone back in his pocket and wrapped his arm back around me.
"No," I commanded. "I have to get up for work."
I heard him sigh before responding, "Okay."
Finally, he unswaddled me from his arms. The second I tasted freedom I was met with a chill of the cool hospital air. I shivered and my body longed to return to the man's embrace. He seemed to have noticed and snickered.
"Hey, cut that out," I said as he got up from the bed. He rolled his eyes in response. My eyes narrowed, Brat. He smiled flashing his pearly whites. "You react to every little thing," he mused. He paused, brushed my cheek with his hand, "I like it."
My face lit up like a firecracker. "I said to cut it out," I growled.
He put up his hands in surrender, "All right, all right." A smile still blossomed on his face.
"Well, I'm assuming I just need to head to the front desk and check myself out right?" I swung my feet over out of the bed and began pulling off the electrodes. I pattered over towards the curtain.
"Uh.. Adam," he said quietly.
I glanced over my shoulder, "What?"
The man's face was completely red, even his ears, but his gaze was elsewhere, lower.
"Your clothes... they're on the chair," he averted his gaze.
My eyes widened. I looked down to see that I was still dressed in the hospital gown. I didn't dare look back, for I already knew that he saw everything.
"Don't look at me!" I screeched, still trying to keep my voice low so people in the hospital wouldn't hear.
"I'm not!" He yell whispered. "Just grab your clothes, or leave them off is fine too..."
I glared at him, "Just turn around." He complied and I quickly changed.
Together we walked out of the curtained room where he guided me toward the front desk.
A heap of frizzy hair rested on the desk, I assumed under the mass was supposed to be a receptionist. The bartender leaned up against the desk, "Hello?"
"Hey!" I whispered. Nothing. "Hey," I whispered louder. Nothing again. "Goddamn it, would you wake the hell up?" I squirmed around in his arms.
"Five more minutes," his thick morning voice pleaded. Why did that sound so attractive? Hold on, what am I thinking?! I shook my head trying to clear the thought.
I deepened my voice and demanded, "Wake up."
I felt him stiffen. "Okay.. I'm awake.." He sounded like a puppy who had been scolded.
I brought my voice back to its normal tone, "What time is it?"
"Uh..." He lifted one of his steel beams of arms off to reach into a pocket. He brought the phone up to his face and clicked the power button. His face screwed up at the bright light when he turned it on and grunted. I smiled at the sight. "It's 6:10." He put his phone back in his pocket and wrapped his arm back around me.
"No," I commanded. "I have to get up for work."
I heard him sigh before responding, "Okay."
Finally, he unswaddled me from his arms. The second I tasted freedom I was met with a chill of the cool hospital air. I shivered and my body longed to return to the man's embrace. He seemed to have noticed and snickered.
"Hey, cut that out," I said as he got up from the bed. He rolled his eyes in response. My eyes narrowed, Brat. He smiled flashing his pearly whites. "You react to every little thing," he mused. He paused, brushed my cheek with his hand, "I like it."
My face lit up like a firecracker. "I said to cut it out," I growled.
He put up his hands in surrender, "All right, all right." A smile still blossomed on his face.
"Well, I'm assuming I just need to head to the front desk and check myself out right?" I swung my feet over out of the bed and began pulling off the electrodes. I pattered over towards the curtain.
"Uh.. Adam," he said quietly.
I glanced over my shoulder, "What?"
The man's face was completely red, even his ears, but his gaze was elsewhere, lower.
"Your clothes... they're on the chair," he averted his gaze.
My eyes widened. I looked down to see that I was still dressed in the hospital gown. I didn't dare look back, for I already knew that he saw everything.
"Don't look at me!" I screeched, still trying to keep my voice low so people in the hospital wouldn't hear.
"I'm not!" He yell whispered. "Just grab your clothes, or leave them off is fine too..."
I glared at him, "Just turn around." He complied and I quickly changed.
Together we walked out of the curtained room where he guided me toward the front desk.
A heap of frizzy hair rested on the desk, I assumed under the mass was supposed to be a receptionist. The bartender leaned up against the desk, "Hello?"
The girl shot up shouting, "How may I help you?!" She had drool smeared on the side her face, including a red imprint from her hand. She adjusted her glasses to get a better look at us and her jaw dropped before blinking multiple times. "Am I still dreaming?" She asked.
"Nope, rise and shine beautiful," he flirted.
"Nope, rise and shine beautiful," he flirted.
"M-me?" She looked shocked.
"Yes you, and do you think you could check this man out?"
She looked at me and blushed, "Um, what would your name be?"
"It's Adam Hansen, dear," I spoke deeply and smoothly, the voice I used to beckon women in bed like a siren at sea. The poor receptionist looked as if she were about to melt. "Okay," her voice shook. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow challenging him. I can play this game too, pretty boy. He smirked in response, his expression seemed to have read "not bad."
After a couple minutes of clicking around a computer screen she noted that I was looked at by the doctor while I was passed out but didn't get a chance to speak with me and called him over. A redheaded man with his hair combed over came to visit us, introducing himself as Dr. Moran before asking some general questions on my health.
"Well I guess it can be concluded that you had one too many and that you're fine. Try to ease up on the drinking next time," said the doctor.
"Yes, my apologies sir," I grinned awkwardly.
"Well, you're good to go. A bill will be sent via mail for your stay in a short while. Do you have a ride?" He asked, glancing over at the bartender by my side.
"Uh." I hadn't even thought of that yet. I didn't drive here and my poor baby was totalled. "Yes, yes I do. My good friend here is going to drop me off so I can get ready for work. Thank you for asking." I hooked arms with him, "You ready bud? Cause I can't be late."
The bartender let out a single ha, before responding, "You bet, bud."
And like that we went out the doors of the hospital before he guided me over to a white, rusting, box styled truck that was probably just as old as its owner. He opened the passenger door for me, "Hop on in princess."
I grimmanced at his nickname for me and seethed, "Princess?"
I saw the color drain from his face, "Nothing sir, let me just assist you to your home."
I still glared him down and watched him attempt to avoid eye contact. Once I had my fill I climbed in and slammed the door behind me. I winced, afraid that the antique would break as I did so. I looked back at him, a smirk played on his face, "Be careful, she's an old girl."
I scowled at his arrogance. What happened to those polite words just prior?
He hopped into the driver's seat and put his hand on my thigh. "Hey, stop worrying so much, you're fine. Now let's get you home, so give me your adress."
I nodded and told him. He punched the address into his phone and took off.
"Yes you, and do you think you could check this man out?"
She looked at me and blushed, "Um, what would your name be?"
"It's Adam Hansen, dear," I spoke deeply and smoothly, the voice I used to beckon women in bed like a siren at sea. The poor receptionist looked as if she were about to melt. "Okay," her voice shook. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow challenging him. I can play this game too, pretty boy. He smirked in response, his expression seemed to have read "not bad."
After a couple minutes of clicking around a computer screen she noted that I was looked at by the doctor while I was passed out but didn't get a chance to speak with me and called him over. A redheaded man with his hair combed over came to visit us, introducing himself as Dr. Moran before asking some general questions on my health.
"Well I guess it can be concluded that you had one too many and that you're fine. Try to ease up on the drinking next time," said the doctor.
"Yes, my apologies sir," I grinned awkwardly.
"Well, you're good to go. A bill will be sent via mail for your stay in a short while. Do you have a ride?" He asked, glancing over at the bartender by my side.
"Uh." I hadn't even thought of that yet. I didn't drive here and my poor baby was totalled. "Yes, yes I do. My good friend here is going to drop me off so I can get ready for work. Thank you for asking." I hooked arms with him, "You ready bud? Cause I can't be late."
The bartender let out a single ha, before responding, "You bet, bud."
And like that we went out the doors of the hospital before he guided me over to a white, rusting, box styled truck that was probably just as old as its owner. He opened the passenger door for me, "Hop on in princess."
I grimmanced at his nickname for me and seethed, "Princess?"
I saw the color drain from his face, "Nothing sir, let me just assist you to your home."
I still glared him down and watched him attempt to avoid eye contact. Once I had my fill I climbed in and slammed the door behind me. I winced, afraid that the antique would break as I did so. I looked back at him, a smirk played on his face, "Be careful, she's an old girl."
I scowled at his arrogance. What happened to those polite words just prior?
He hopped into the driver's seat and put his hand on my thigh. "Hey, stop worrying so much, you're fine. Now let's get you home, so give me your adress."
I nodded and told him. He punched the address into his phone and took off.
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