Staring up at the ceiling, having nothing else better to do than wait as his fate is decided for him, Jason tries to keep his anger in check. The last thing he wants is to be drugged up because his anger got the best of him. Something that has happened way too often since he woke from his coma. Just as he finally gains a sense of peace, the door opens up and shuts quietly. So much for keeping his anger in check.
It wasn't until he dropped his gaze from the ceiling to the person that has intruded on his privacy that he was brought into a whole different kind of silence. The speechless kind. Standing in front of him in an almost identical hospital attire is a woman like none other he's seen so far.
Her curly hair is almost as wild as the look in her eyes as she meets his gaze. A pair of deep, blue eyes simply stares back at him as he stares at her. He may not remember much before these last few days, but he sure as hell knows when a woman turns him on because she certainly does.
"Hey, hot stuff." she voices as she walks further into the room. "Mind if I hide out in here for a while?"
"Why are you hiding?" he finds himself asking, truly curious about what brought her to his room.
"Well, that's personal." she smirks, walking over to plop herself down near the foot of his bed. "I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours."
"Not much to tell." he says plainly. "I was in a car crash that left me comatose before I woke up without my memory."
"Dang...harsh." she says after a brief moment. "Must have taken a real hit to the noggin huh?"
"I told you my story." he counters. "Your turn."
"Fainted at work and clipped my head against the edge of a table on the way down." she says simply as she shows him the stitches behind her ear. "They're keeping me overnight for observation."
"Doesn't explain why you're hiding."
"Oh, right." she laughs softly before shaking her head. "Got an ex-boyfriend that can't get a clue. He's using my little hospital stay as a chance to talk me into going back out with him."
"Sounds complicated."
"Not at all." she replies. "Once I'm discharged, I have the perfect plan to get him off my back."
"Okay."
"Okay?" she looks at him curiously. "Okay, what?"
"You can stay if you want." he says simply. "As long as you're quiet."
"I'm known to be a bit on the talkative side, especially when I'm nervous, so, I can't make any promises." she admits. "If I say I'll do my best to stay quiet, will you let me stay?"
"Sure."
"Then, I'll do my best."
For the next three hours, Jason watched as she skillfully ducks out of sight whenever someone comes through the door of his hospital room. Unlike most patients there, he had more than his fair share of visitors through the day. His well meaning family as well as the hospital personnel. Under the circumstances, many may say its understandable, but he just finds it frustrating.
When they are alone, however, he finds that she had been truly honest about her talkative streak. As hard as she tried to remain silent, there would be these moments when she'd talk about anything that came to mind. Her distaste for the hospital and its many repugnant smells. Her family's distaste for her passions in art. Pretty much anything to fill the silence.
As much as he loves the silence, Jason found that he didn't mind her ramblings as much as he thought he would. Compared to all those that have graced his hospital room, he can honestly say that he prefers her constant speaking to theirs any day. There was just something brutally honest about the way she is that causes him to want to hear her ramble. So, every now and then, he'd help her along. Asking simple questions to give her the small nudge she needs to continue on.
"I guess its time for me to get back to my room." she voices after another brief moment of silence. "When you getting out?"
"Not sure."
"Well, when you do find your way out of here..." she says after a moment of thought, moving to write down her phone number and address down on a sheet of paper. "Come find me. I'd like to pay you back for letting me hide out here."
"You don't owe me anything."
"Yes, I do." she says simply, sliding the paper into his hand. "And I hate owing people. So...say you'll come find me or I'll just have to track you down."
"Okay." he replies, realizing that there was no point in arguing with her. "I'll find you."
"Good." she smiles that addictive smile of hers before placing a soft kiss on his cheek and whispering in his ear. "I'll look forward to it."
Just as she was pulling open the door to walk out of the room, the ever persistent Keesha steps into the doorway, causing a groan to slip from his lips. As hard as he has tried to not hurt her feelings, the woman was making it almost impossible for him to not blow up at her. Every visit with her is always the same. He'll deny any memory of her, she'll try harder, he'll continue to not remember, then she'll cry and run out of the room. You'd think she'd get a clue by now, but no. She still comes back and plays the same game over and over again.
"Elizabeth Webber?" Keesha voices in shock, glancing between the two of them before settling on his unexpected guest.
"I hope so." Elizabeth counters. "If not, someone should really tell my parents."
"Wha..." Keesha glances at him again for a moment before returning her attention to the woman in front of her. "What are you doing in Jason's room?"
"Visiting a friend." Elizabeth says simply. "Is there a problem with that?"
"You're not friends with Jason." she states firmly. "I know all of Jason's friends."
"Apparently not." Elizabeth counters. "Now, if you don't mind getting out of my way, I have to get back to my room."
"Not until you explain what you're doing here." Keesha states, blocking her way even further. "Jason has never met you before. Your presence here makes no sense."
"Get out of her way." Jason snaps loud enough to be heard. "Now."
"Jason..." Keesha tries to make him understand why she's doing this, but he just cuts her off.
"She doesn't owe you an explanation." Jason states. "Get out of her way. Now."
"This isn't over." Keesha voices low enough for Elizabeth to hear her as she steps aside. "I will find out why you were here."
"Good luck with that." Elizabeth says simply as she walks out the door. "Oh, and Keesha?"
"What?" Keesha turns to look at her.
"You should really set up an appointment with your doctor while you're here." Elizabeth smirks slightly. "You're starting to look a little green."
For the first time since meeting her, Jason sees a side of Keesha that almost puts him at awe of her. As she slams the door shut, a growl escapes her lips that could rival one of his own when he's pushed to his limit. Obviously this Elizabeth woman pushes buttons in his self-proclaimed girlfriend that not even he could push. Interesting. He'll have to remember that for future reference. If he's ever going to get these people out of his life, Elizabeth just might be the person to help him get just that.