I never really realized how freaking annoying the beeping is from the hospital machines and how sterile and white it is. Why not have the room decorated in different colors like in This Old House magazine? It's literally hurting my eyes, adding to the pain in my leg. After an hour or so in surgery, where they dug the bullet out of my lower calf bone, I was given pain medication right after but for some reason my body wasn't having it. It was like my body wanted to punish me for being stupid.
With that thought, the doctor came in. Oh boy. He was absolutely gorgeous and I immediately stopped frowning. At least I can be entertained while I am here.
"Ms. Alvow, I am Dr. Cane but you may call me Blake." His name definitely matched his personality because wow. He was almost a photocopy version of Adrian in the characteristics department, it was just his features that were different. He wasn't more attractive than Adrian, that wasn't possible, but holy hell.
"Hey handsome," I am in a hospital so I can flirt; sue me. "You can call me Allana. What's the diagnosis, Blake?" I said his name with a soft smile and winked at him. I wasn't interested, he was nice to look at, but I am not on the market for anybody right now. It was just fun when your doctor is a hunk and it distracts you from the pain.
Blake winks back and then looks down at his clipboard. "We were able to remove the bullet from your leg, but it splintered part of the bone and almost punctured your popliteal artery. Basically, you are going to be in a lot of pain for awhile but you'll be fine. You will be discharged later today so until then just rest up and enjoy the life of the lazy." Mr. Hunk smiled at me in a smile so beautiful that it was mesmerizing and so I just relaxed into the pillows and smiled back. I love my life.
With that thought, I hear a commotion outside of my door and loud voices yelling. Most notably, a deep voice that I loved, or used to love.
"If you had any idea of the power I had over you, you would immediately let me in so I can see her." This sentence rises above the rest and I freeze. I hate my life. The one time he comes to visit me is the one time that I can't run away. I slam my head back onto the pillows behind my head and groan.