Too many people. Too many voices.
A nurse. A middle-aged man, with a pale-skinned lady clutching his arm. Beside him, a woman in her early thirties. A girl with strawberry blonde hair and pearly teeth. A handsome, broad-shouldered boy, my age.
"Asher, honey." The man's forehead is creased with worry, and it looks as if he hasn't slept all night. The lady's knuckles whiten.
I blink slowly, squinting at him. He means no harm, I can tell – but what he's doing here is beyond me.
Noticing my confusion, he adjusts a laminated card on his lapel, stepping forward so I can read it.
Dad.
I stare at him, at wrinkled green eyes, at large ears.
Panicked, Blondie grabs the boy's arm, tugging him towards me. For a second, I think they're in a relationship. I think that both are equally beautiful for each other. I think I'm jealous.
"Asher." The girl is stressed, for reasons I can't fathom. She gives me a tight smile. "Who is this?"
She nods towards the boy pointedly. He stares at me, drinking me in, and he's not looking at my hair, my face, he's looking at me.
I bite my cheek, try to match a name to his features. Seeing such a handsome face, I wish I could recall the name.
"I'm Asher," I say. I stick out a hand, the one that doesn't have a needle stabbed into it. I smile, though I'm sure that I don't look very appealing with my hospital hair and translucent skin.
"Nice to meet you. What's your name?"
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