"Bella."
A hand is placed on my arm, shaking it slightly.
"Belle, honey, wake up."
When I open my eyes, I'm confused and surprised to see my Auntie Jillian sitting next to my hospital bed.
Hospital bed.
I'm in the hospital.
Harry.
"Auntie Jill how did you know I was here?" I quietly bite my thumb nail while I wait for her to respond, hoping that she'll tell me that Harry is waiting outside the door or that he'll be right back...
"The doctor called me right away. Since no one was here with you, they called me, of course. I'm just so glad you're okay." She gushes with tears in her eyes. I place my hand on hers and give it a gentle squeeze.
But my mind is whirling.
What does she mean no one was here with me... What about Harry?
"The nice man who dropped you off said you took an awful fall off your bike in front of his apartment, so he kindly brought you here."
What? My head is pounding. He just left me here with some lie? And expected me to go along with it.
He was so sweet to me at his apartment. Then he drops me off at the hospital like he was taking out the trash.
I'm actually grateful that he didn't tell them about Dean though. That would have caused a huge mess for not only Dean, but also for Harry and I.
"He said you hit your head pretty hard. He also mentioned that you weren't wearing a helmet. You poor little thing. You're all beat up." I flinch at her last words. Little does she know that I actually was beat up... by my boyfriend that she adores so much.
"I have to run to the bathroom. Do you need anything? You're being awful quiet." She stands up and heads for the door, looking back at me with worry etched in her features.
"No I don't need anything. I'm okay. Just tired." I lie. I feel overly rested, jittery even. I feel like I've been sleeping for days. But my mind is too occupied with questions about Harry to converse right now.
"Okay sweetie. I'll be right back."
What did I honestly expect from him?
He saved my life, yes, but I don't even know him. His actions were strictly kind and out of morality. He thought it was the right thing to do, so he helped me.
I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't want anything to do with me. Due to his good looks, I would bet he has a girlfriend. He was just a kind stranger who happened to be there when I needed someone.
That's all he is.
A stranger.
It almost felt like I had immediate feelings for him. Stupid as that sounds... Like the moment i met him I felt different. It is stupid though. It's probably just physical or I am just high off the fact that he saved me. No one has ever treated me the way he did at his apartment... not even Dean has made me feel so cared about. But it was probably just because of the state I was in and how vulnerable I was. My thoughts are so mixed up. I don't know what I expect.. that he is going to rush in here and sweep me off my feet? Yeah, right.
"excuse me, Miss?"
A pudgy woman in a blue uniform, who must be a nurse, pops her head through the door.
"Yes?"
"There's a man out here who wants to see you. May I send him in?"
Harry. He's here.
