mind begins to race, making me unable to concentrate on what he is saying.
"Jasmine?" he says with concern in his voice.
"I'm sorry." I reply in a strained voice.
"Is everything ok?" All I can do is shake my head. "If you need someone to talk to I'm here, or I can get one of the nurses for you." He says.
"I-I-I have nothing... what I mean is when I leave here, I have nowhere to go." I reply as the tears come.
"Jasmine, you don't know, do you?" He asks.
"Know what?" I ask, confused.
"Well, it's really not my place to tell you but you have a room at the hotel across the street. All of your belongings are there."
"How?" I whisper. Dr. Iverson points over to Brandon. All I can do is look over at him, with my mouth hung open, stunned.
"I told you he was a good guy." Dr. Iverson says, as he turns to leave. With my heart beating fast I smile and feel relief for the first time since I've been here.
Chapter 8
~~Brandon~~
As I wake up I see Jasmine smiling widely at me and I instantly know why. "Iverson spilled the beans, didn't he?" I ask trying not to smile back.
"Yes, and I don't know how to thank you enough." she replies, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Don't worry about it. I just...I." I say, pausing unable to find the right words.
"You, what?" Jasmine asks. I just shake my head, afraid of her response to what I need to say. "Ok." she says, as if she knows the words I was try to say already. "And thank you."
Getting up I notice she's watching me. "What?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me .
"Nothing...well, um...You just look so cute when you sleep." She says looking down at her hands. A smile crosses my lips.
"Cute? That's what you think of me? Cute?" She nods not looking at me. "Thank you, I think." I say biting my lower lip. Jasmine looks at me and her soft brown eyes sparkle. Sitting beside her on the bed I laugh as I slowly put my arm around her. She flinches and looks at me with wide eyes unable to stop shaking. "It's ok." I whisper and pull her closer to me, being mindful of her injuries and wrap the blanket around us. She lays her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes.
I just watch her as she sleeps, memorizing every curve of her face. Thick dark lashes fringe her eyes against the ivory pallor of her skin. Even with the gash running down her face and deep purple bruising, she is beautiful. Closing my eyes I sync my breathing with hers and drift off to sleep, never wanting to leave.
Soft whispers wake me and I see Dr. Iverson and Amelia in the doorway. "Brandon." Amelia says, motioning me to come to them. I carefully move my arm, making sure not to disturb her and kiss her forehead. Realizing I have falling for this beautiful woman already
"What's up?" I ask closing the door behind me.
"She is doing well, and we are probably going to release her tomorrow." she says. "That's great news." I reply, "I'm sure some fresh air will do her good."
"Here's the catch, she's been in that bed a week so I need your help to get her up and moving around." Dr. Iverson says.
"I can do that, after she wakes up." He nods and pats my shoulder. "Oh yeah." I say before turning to go back in. "I know you told her." He smiles widely.
"That poor girl has been through so much and was worried, so I felt I had to give her some sort of comfort." He said with a smile. I smile back and shake his hand before opening the door. "O h , and I know you are freshly out of a relationship but don't let that be a reason to lose this one." He says as he walks away.
Jasmine is still sleeping so I sit on the stool beside the bed and just hold her hand. After a few minutes I feel her squeezing my hand. "Hi," she says with a yawn. "I have some good news for you. As it stands now you will be discharged tomorrow." The look on her face goes through a variety of emotions from joy to dread. "Better yet, Im off tomorrow so it looks like you'll be stuck with me." I say, waiting for her to speak.
"Thank you."
"Jasmine?" he says with concern in his voice.
"I'm sorry." I reply in a strained voice.
"Is everything ok?" All I can do is shake my head. "If you need someone to talk to I'm here, or I can get one of the nurses for you." He says.
"I-I-I have nothing... what I mean is when I leave here, I have nowhere to go." I reply as the tears come.
"Jasmine, you don't know, do you?" He asks.
"Know what?" I ask, confused.
"Well, it's really not my place to tell you but you have a room at the hotel across the street. All of your belongings are there."
"How?" I whisper. Dr. Iverson points over to Brandon. All I can do is look over at him, with my mouth hung open, stunned.
"I told you he was a good guy." Dr. Iverson says, as he turns to leave. With my heart beating fast I smile and feel relief for the first time since I've been here.
Chapter 8
~~Brandon~~
As I wake up I see Jasmine smiling widely at me and I instantly know why. "Iverson spilled the beans, didn't he?" I ask trying not to smile back.
"Yes, and I don't know how to thank you enough." she replies, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Don't worry about it. I just...I." I say, pausing unable to find the right words.
"You, what?" Jasmine asks. I just shake my head, afraid of her response to what I need to say. "Ok." she says, as if she knows the words I was try to say already. "And thank you."
Getting up I notice she's watching me. "What?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me .
"Nothing...well, um...You just look so cute when you sleep." She says looking down at her hands. A smile crosses my lips.
"Cute? That's what you think of me? Cute?" She nods not looking at me. "Thank you, I think." I say biting my lower lip. Jasmine looks at me and her soft brown eyes sparkle. Sitting beside her on the bed I laugh as I slowly put my arm around her. She flinches and looks at me with wide eyes unable to stop shaking. "It's ok." I whisper and pull her closer to me, being mindful of her injuries and wrap the blanket around us. She lays her head on my shoulder and closes her eyes.
I just watch her as she sleeps, memorizing every curve of her face. Thick dark lashes fringe her eyes against the ivory pallor of her skin. Even with the gash running down her face and deep purple bruising, she is beautiful. Closing my eyes I sync my breathing with hers and drift off to sleep, never wanting to leave.
Soft whispers wake me and I see Dr. Iverson and Amelia in the doorway. "Brandon." Amelia says, motioning me to come to them. I carefully move my arm, making sure not to disturb her and kiss her forehead. Realizing I have falling for this beautiful woman already
"What's up?" I ask closing the door behind me.
"She is doing well, and we are probably going to release her tomorrow." she says. "That's great news." I reply, "I'm sure some fresh air will do her good."
"Here's the catch, she's been in that bed a week so I need your help to get her up and moving around." Dr. Iverson says.
"I can do that, after she wakes up." He nods and pats my shoulder. "Oh yeah." I say before turning to go back in. "I know you told her." He smiles widely.
"That poor girl has been through so much and was worried, so I felt I had to give her some sort of comfort." He said with a smile. I smile back and shake his hand before opening the door. "O h , and I know you are freshly out of a relationship but don't let that be a reason to lose this one." He says as he walks away.
Jasmine is still sleeping so I sit on the stool beside the bed and just hold her hand. After a few minutes I feel her squeezing my hand. "Hi," she says with a yawn. "I have some good news for you. As it stands now you will be discharged tomorrow." The look on her face goes through a variety of emotions from joy to dread. "Better yet, Im off tomorrow so it looks like you'll be stuck with me." I say, waiting for her to speak.
"Thank you."
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