Alex
Beep Beep Beep Beep
I open my heavy eye lids and see a cold sterile hospital room. I attempted to turn my head but the pain that explodes in my skull causes me groan. A small nurse pokes her head in the door and smiles, "good to see you're awake hun."
She comes to my bedside, checking my vitals before giving me something to help with the pain,"Don't you worry sweetie your parents are on their way and you'll be just fine. When they get here you can leave."
When she turns to leave I grasp her hand, "What is it hun, you still in pain?"
"No," my voice cracks and I swallow. "No, the man that brought me in, is he still here?"
The lady gives me a sad smile, "No honey I'm afraid not, he wasn't family or anything so one of the nurses asked him to leave."
My heart sinks a little, I really would have liked the chance to thank him. "If he comes back can you let him in?"
The lady sighs, "I'll see what I can do, now you rest." I nod my head and close my eyes.
My dreams are filled with my rescuer. I feel his large, warm arms holding me to his large frame. "It's okay darlin' you're safe now. Nobody can hurt you now, I promise."
I grin and nuzzle into his chest, my arms wrap tightly around his neck, "Thank you."
A deep chuckle comes from my mystery man before he nuzzles my hair and plants a kiss on my forehead.
"No need to thank me darlin' I was just helping an angel." He rains kisses down on my head and the column of my neck, working his way up to my jaw. I roll my head to the side, giving him access.
His hands move to cup my cheeks, gently turning my head slightly. He moves closer and closer until I feel his breath on my lips. I push forward until our lips begin to touch.
"Honey, honey wake up, it's time to go." My eyes flutter open and my gaze falls on my mothers face. My mother is usually very well kept and closed off but today she has forgone makeup and she looks tired.
"Mama are you okay?" She just smiles and places a warm hand on my cheek.
"I'm fine, just a little worried." I smile and reassure her that I'm okay.
The nurse helps me out of bed and I dress before leaving with my parents. My father stays quiet as he drives but mom prattles on and on about silly things. I welcome the distraction from my rescuer.
When we arrive at my apartment mom insists on staying to take care of me for a few days but I thankfully manage to get her to leave before bed. I love my mom but I'm not used to the whole loving mother thing, she barely even raised me, I had nannies my whole life.
After a well needed soak in the bath, I clamber into bed exhausted, borrowing under the covers. As I close my eyes I feel the dream take me over and I'm in his arms once again.
Matthew
It's been three days. Three fucking days since I dropped him off and I can't stop thinking about him. It's driving me crazy, I've been climbing the walls since my boss sent me home for being distracted. I can't even escape him in my sleep, everywhere I go he's there somehow.
I growl and toss the sheets off me before getting up and wandering to the kitchen in search of breakfast. I soon remember that I was supposed to go grocery shopping yesterday. Rolling my eyes I go and get dressed before driving to the supermarket a few blocks from my house.
I hate grocery shopping with a passion, the times I can get there the store is busy and people are bumping into you or they're in the way. Today isn't so bad since it's only noon. I wander through the aisles grabbing the essentials when I happen to glance up and have to do a double take. Standing in the end of the aisle is the boy from a few nights ago.
What the hell is he doing here? He should be resting. Is he hear alone? How is he even out of the hospital when his head wound looked so bad?
I find myself closing the distance between us. Still distracted by his task he doesn't notice me until I speak, "Why aren't you home resting?"
The boy jumps slightly before looking at me with shock. Did I scare him or cross a line? "I'm sorry I didn't see you. Thank you for the other night. I'm Alex Harding." He smiles brightly at me and holds out a small hand.
I shake his hand, my hand dwarfing his, "Matt Cormac and it was no problem. Are you okay? How are you feeling?" I pull my hand back and shove my hands awkwardly in my pockets.
"Oh I'm okay! Don't worry about me." He's so chipper it's almost infectious. The smile he flashes makes my heart stop for a moment.