I wake up and find myself alone in bed. I heave a sigh. I just knew that it was all a dream. There was just no way Rowan would have slept with me on my bed. I don’t remember everything after I fell asleep at the hospital. I was pumped so full of drugs that I actually started to imagine things that weren’t real.
I get out of bed slowly, but I have to sit down when the room begins to spin. After a few minutes, I walk as carefully as I can to the bathroom and take a shower. I just wanted the overall smell of the hospital washed from my skin.
I had so much to do that I didn’t know where to start. I had no phone and neither did I have a car. The police told me that my phone got smashed when I hit the ground. I had a few weeks of leave from school but I needed to figure out my car situation before I got back to work.
By the time I’m done with dressing, my head was killing me.
'Fuck! I needed my pain meds.' I think to myself
I walk down stairs wondering how I was going to survive for the next couple of days. I was still weak and I could barely lift a finger without all my energy being drained.
Getting down stairs, I make my way to the kitchen and make myself something simple for breakfast. At this point I just wanted to go back to sleep and maybe wake up after a century. Deciding it’s better for me to sit somewhere comfortable, I ditch the kitchen island and head to the living room instead.
Who knew head injuries took a lot out of you?
I eat my food which tasted like cardboard and take my meds. I was just about to lay down on the couch and take a nap when my doorbell rang.
I groan in annoyance. I didn’t want to stand up and walk to the door to open for whoever it is that’s on the other side. My legs felt like jelly and I was in no mood for visitors. I just wanted my damn sleep.
I consider ignoring it when the bell rings again. Would it be considered rude if I did that? I mean they could just assume that I was asleep and leave, right? That was hopeful thinking on my part because the next second, the bell rings again.
I curse a string and stand up to walk towards the door. I open it and I come face to face with a woman I've never seen standin on my porch. She was shockingly beautiful. Black hair, big green eyes, heart shaped face and full lips.
“Uh, can I help you?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe.
I was sure any minute now my legs would give out and I would collapse on the floor.

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