Familiar

6) Handwriting

"Who are those flowers from," She held onto his shirt as a threat. Michel didn't answer her cause he was to concerned about if she was okay and what the hell was happening.

He didn't answer her for the second time. The first tear fell but the second one got stuck in her eye. "L-lydia..."

"Are you okay?"

"Who brought the flowers!" She punched his chest sligthly, making him back away from her. As she did so, her other leg fell from the bed, making her ankle bump hard to the floor. Before she could scream out of pain, Michael held her to him again.

He held her by the waist and put her back to her bed. "There you go."

Lydia layed back again and sighed out loud. She was still looking at the flowers. Michael then answered her.

"They were here when I came," he got out of his seat and walked over to the flowers that he picked up and gave her. She only had eyes on the piece of paper in it. Maybe something inside  of her wanted them to be from the guy. The guy with brown eyes. She opened the folded paper and got disappointed after reading "To Ricky."

She stared at the flowers and then put them on her side table. She was a clueless girl. She didn't know why she wanted what she did when the things she wanted didn't have any value. Why did she even expect flowers or just a piece of paper from him. Why would she.

Maybe because he was familiar. Lydia trusted familiar faces. If she sees someone familiar or a person that reminds you of someone you care about, she falls immediately. This guy was different though. She had seen him before But the second time she was him, He didn't remind her of anyone. He reminded her of himself. It was like getting to know a person without actually knowing them. But she had seen him before. And that's why she expected.

"You will he signed out tomorrow morning,"

Michael pulled the covers up to her stomach. Lydia glanced at the way Micahel layed back and tried to fall asleep on his chair. He twisted several times uncomfortably on it during the night and Lydia knew that she wouldn't get any sleep any time soon.

She sighed out of boredom and looked at the side table where she had put the roses. Her jacket was right next to side table, on another chair. She tried to reach out for it, but couldn't reach. She then sat up and pulled her entire body along with her arm until she grabbed the jacket of hers.

She put it on her lap, inhaled and then exhaled right after looking at the thing for minutes. She played with the zipper and even though she knew that her pockets were empty, she opened them. Like I said. Out of boredom.

When she snuck her fingers inside, She actually began paying attention to what she was doing. Excitement rushed her in pulling out the piece of paper inside the pocket.

The paper was folded twice but uneven as if the person that had put it there was in a rush. She opened it once, twice and just stared at the two words. Get well.

That was it. The letters were written in the weirdest way she's seen before. Some letters were big and others were small. It was pretty in some kind of way. She dropped the paper to her lap as her thoughts of the guy played in her mind. Was she curious, yes. But maybe she was just overreacting. She tried not to think too much about it... but she did.

~♡~

"Is she still sleeping?"

"I don't know."