She says after a moments pause, "I have the worst luck. If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any." Standing up I lean over to hug her. She wraps her arms t ightly around me as she kisses my cheek.
"Now you know what you just said, that's not true. You got me and I'm not from bad luck." I whisper. She smiles at me and hugs me again.
"Here's the deal, you want to break out of here right?"
"Yeah." She says with a sigh.
"Well... we've got to get you up and moving around." In that moment a fire unlike anything I've ever seen fills her eyes. She reaches out for me to pull her up. A painful grimace crosses her face as she stands up. After a few deep steady breaths she begins taking steps. Her balance is wobbly but she doesn't let that interfere. She walks confidently towards the door, me by her side in case she stumbles.
With each step she becomes sturdier. "You know what I want?" She asks.
"I have no idea." I reply.
"I want to take a shower. You think you could get that Ok'd for me?" She asks, batting her eyelashes.
"Yeah, I think I can do that for you." She walks back to the bed and sits while I run out to the nurses station. After finding Amelia I go back in the room, only to find her undressing. "Oh. I'm sorry." I say turning around to face the door.
"It's ok, no need for modesty at this point," she says with a shiver. "Could you do something for me?" She adds.
"Sure, what do you need?" I ask.
"Could you get me some clothes? I want to feel somewhat normal and these gowns just don't do it." She says pulling on the bulky hospital gown.
"Sure will. Amelia will be here momentarily and I'll be back soon."
Rushing over to her hotel room I notice I'm being watched. A man sitting in the large black truck, that just left out of Jasmines hotel room, quickly rolls up his window. Pulling out the key I open the door and step inside. Looking out the curtains I see the truck pulling away and take notice of the plate number. Once it leaves the parking lot I begin rummaging through Jasmines clothes. Eventually I find a pair of sweat pants, a t-shirt, and grab several pairs of underwear. I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed as I shove everything into a backpack I've found. I make it back over to the hospital before she is out of the shower.
Amelia is standing outside the bathroom door when I get to the room. I hold up the bag and hand it to her, she smiles slightly opening the bathroom door and sitting it inside. "Jasmine, your clothes are in there with you. Let me know if you need my help." Amelia says.
"Ok, thank you. Is Brandon still out there?" Jasmine asks from behind the bathroom door.
"Yep, he sure is." She said winking at me.
"Tell him I said thank you."
Amelia looks at me and smiles. "Why don't you go home and get some rest?" Amelia tells me.
"Yeah, I could use a little rest." I reply digging my keys out of my pocket. "Let her know I'll be back later, ok?" "Certainly," she says shooing me away.
My empty apartment is too quiet so I get up and head into the living room, flipping on the TV. Sitting there, channel surfing, I keep thinking about Jasmine. Even though I've only known her a week I feel some sort of strange connection to her. On the surface it feels like a rebound, but deep down it feels like more. I sit here pondering everything as the sun begins to trickle through the blinds. I honestly don't even know if I have even slept.
Standing up I stretch and gather my things to shower. Dressing quickly I look at the clock and notice it's only seven in the morning. Laughing at myself I put on a pot of coffee and have a cup before heading out to go see Jasmine at the hospital.
Chapter 9
Jasmine
The shower felt great, but disappointment set in when I got out and heard Brandon had left. I've been sitting here in this bed all night unable to sleep. Deep down I know it's not right of me to wish him here so badly, but there is something about him I can't shake. I draw in a deep breath and
"Now you know what you just said, that's not true. You got me and I'm not from bad luck." I whisper. She smiles at me and hugs me again.
"Here's the deal, you want to break out of here right?"
"Yeah." She says with a sigh.
"Well... we've got to get you up and moving around." In that moment a fire unlike anything I've ever seen fills her eyes. She reaches out for me to pull her up. A painful grimace crosses her face as she stands up. After a few deep steady breaths she begins taking steps. Her balance is wobbly but she doesn't let that interfere. She walks confidently towards the door, me by her side in case she stumbles.
With each step she becomes sturdier. "You know what I want?" She asks.
"I have no idea." I reply.
"I want to take a shower. You think you could get that Ok'd for me?" She asks, batting her eyelashes.
"Yeah, I think I can do that for you." She walks back to the bed and sits while I run out to the nurses station. After finding Amelia I go back in the room, only to find her undressing. "Oh. I'm sorry." I say turning around to face the door.
"It's ok, no need for modesty at this point," she says with a shiver. "Could you do something for me?" She adds.
"Sure, what do you need?" I ask.
"Could you get me some clothes? I want to feel somewhat normal and these gowns just don't do it." She says pulling on the bulky hospital gown.
"Sure will. Amelia will be here momentarily and I'll be back soon."
Rushing over to her hotel room I notice I'm being watched. A man sitting in the large black truck, that just left out of Jasmines hotel room, quickly rolls up his window. Pulling out the key I open the door and step inside. Looking out the curtains I see the truck pulling away and take notice of the plate number. Once it leaves the parking lot I begin rummaging through Jasmines clothes. Eventually I find a pair of sweat pants, a t-shirt, and grab several pairs of underwear. I can't help but feel a bit embarrassed as I shove everything into a backpack I've found. I make it back over to the hospital before she is out of the shower.
Amelia is standing outside the bathroom door when I get to the room. I hold up the bag and hand it to her, she smiles slightly opening the bathroom door and sitting it inside. "Jasmine, your clothes are in there with you. Let me know if you need my help." Amelia says.
"Ok, thank you. Is Brandon still out there?" Jasmine asks from behind the bathroom door.
"Yep, he sure is." She said winking at me.
"Tell him I said thank you."
Amelia looks at me and smiles. "Why don't you go home and get some rest?" Amelia tells me.
"Yeah, I could use a little rest." I reply digging my keys out of my pocket. "Let her know I'll be back later, ok?" "Certainly," she says shooing me away.
My empty apartment is too quiet so I get up and head into the living room, flipping on the TV. Sitting there, channel surfing, I keep thinking about Jasmine. Even though I've only known her a week I feel some sort of strange connection to her. On the surface it feels like a rebound, but deep down it feels like more. I sit here pondering everything as the sun begins to trickle through the blinds. I honestly don't even know if I have even slept.
Standing up I stretch and gather my things to shower. Dressing quickly I look at the clock and notice it's only seven in the morning. Laughing at myself I put on a pot of coffee and have a cup before heading out to go see Jasmine at the hospital.
Chapter 9
Jasmine
The shower felt great, but disappointment set in when I got out and heard Brandon had left. I've been sitting here in this bed all night unable to sleep. Deep down I know it's not right of me to wish him here so badly, but there is something about him I can't shake. I draw in a deep breath and
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