Chapter 1

Tubes. Tubes. Everywhere I looked where tubes and hospital machines. Sadly enough this would be the only thing I will see for the next few.. well I'm not even sure how long I'm going to be here.

I wasn't in the hospital for a very long time, comparing it to others here. 1 month. One month of uncertainty, because no doctor is able to tell me what I have. They analysed every bone and veine in my body, yet haven't figured out what I am suffering from. Even though most are certain that it is coming from my brain. My nervesystem isn't functioning properly anymore, which of course makes me unmobile, weak and I pretty much can't control my own body.

One day I collapsed in my classroom, I couldn't breathe and was suffocated by my own spittle. My teachers assumed I was having an epileptical attack and called 911. For a few hours I had lost the ability to talk and couldn't properly move my body. I felt as if I was trapped into a stranger's body. Well and since then I've been here. The doctors weren't able to do a CT either, because once I was in there, I've had a heartattack and couldn't bear how cramped and little space I had. I'm sure the doctors told me another reason too, but I've forgotten. I forget quite a few things lately.

''No Andrea, I have no fucking idea wehn I am done here.'' I heard an angry and annoyed male voice from the hallway. I heard him coming closer and strangely the man entered my room. He had a suit on and looked very handsome.. and hot. Wow.

''I'm sorry, I think I got the wrong room.'' The man said, still frustrated as he ran a hand through his hair. He stepped out of the room and called someone.

Even though he didn't seem like the happiest guy in town, I really wished he stayed. I hadn't had any social contact to a human being except my doctors or nurses, which was really getting to me. My father died and I haven't had any contact to my mother since years. Didn't have many friends either, in fact I had none.

When the man turned around to look at me once more, I tried to give him a smile. Though I'm pretty sure it came out more of a smirk, because I had little control.

He hung up the phone and saw me starring at him.

''I'm sorry again. I'm suppose to visit a friend of mine and they've obviously told me the wrong room number at the reception.'' He said very firmly, as if he was talking to a business partner.

''No problem. It's nice to see another face except those of my nruses and doctors.'' I whispered weakly.

His eyes widened and his mouth popped open. Within a second he held a hand over his mouth.

'Damn don't tell me you have an infectious disease, so no one can visit?'' He asked me in horror.

I chuckled. ''No, I just don't have many people visiting.''

Suddenly I had to cough very loudly and when I opened my eyes a few blood drops were on my hand, nothing unusual.

The man stared at me with a frown on his face. He looked angry.. no pissed.

Great I don't even know this man and already disgusted him so much. I looked down at my hands and whiped the little blood away. I was going to inform the doctors, right now I simply wanted to enjoy the converstion with this man.

But when I looked up he was gone. I couldn't help the dissapointment that ran through me. What did I expect? Him staying and talking to sick me, while he was actually here to visit a friend. I laid back into my pillow and played with my fingers. Honestly, if this was going to continue than I could as well die. What's the point in being in a hospital, sick and probably dying if I had no one?

''I've called someone to check up on you.'' The same voice from before told me. I looked up and found him standing at the door, still keeping his distance.

''Look I'm really in a hurry now, but I'm coming here tomorrow again. Perhaps I could stop by and .. uh yeah we'll see.'' He said. Without even awaiting an answer he stormed off.

In this moment I couldn't help the grin spreading on my face. I mean he didn't say that he was going to come and talk, but he maybe he would. After all why would he step by? Then again, I'm sure a man like him has far mor important things to do than to hang out with a 19 year old.

After all he said he was busy and it also fitted with his appearance. The suit and tie, the calls etc. Plus he seemed quite older than me. I'd guess he was in his late twenties.

Yeah he will obviously just check up on me, since he pitied me? I shouldn't have told him that I was alone here.

I should simply forget about it. It's silly. No one has ever showed any interest. Not even when I got sick.

So why would that change now? It won't.

We'll see Ana, we'll see. Short first chapter I know, the next one will be longer. Please leave a review telling me what you think of it.