* Please Review! This is based on Norman Reedus' short film called Meet Me In Berlin. It's a little over 17 minutes long. He doesn't have name in it so I combined his last name with the last name of one of his characters, Vincent Harris from A crime. In the movie, he is in the hospital after being hit by a truck. He was supposed to meet a woman on a blind date but missed it because of the accident. I am taking that idea and running with it. This maybe a one shot, it may not. Depends on what you guys want. If you want to see the movie, I know of a site where you can watch it online for free. Hit me with a pm for the site.*
Reed was bored. More bored than he had been in his entire life. He was in pain too but he didn't mind the pain. The pain gave him something to think about. He had been hit by a truck a few days ago, although he wasn't sure how many days it really was. No one came to visit him. None of his friends knew what happen and he didn't feel like calling them. They would be just give him shit for being stupid.
Reed sighed and stared out of his window as he turned his phone over and over again in his hand. He needed to do something before he lost his mind. He couldn't read because one of his eyes was patched up. He couldn't watch TV for the same reason. It gave him a headache to try and read or watch TV with one eye. Reed groaned and looked down at his phone. He clicked it on and dialed a series of random numbers, starting with the New York City area code. He crossed his arms over his chest and put the phone to his ear.
Three rings in someone answered.
" Hello?" asked the light, female voice. Reed cleared his throat.
" Ah, hey." His voice was gravelly and low.
" Who is this?" She asked.
" Reed." He answered.
" And you are?" She asked. He sighed and laid his head back against his hospital issued pillow.
" Just a bored guy in a hospital who dialed a wrong number on purpose." He said. She laughed and the sound actually made him smile.
" You dialed a wrong number on purpose?" She asked. He brought his right arm up and put his hand behind his head.
" Yeah." He said. She laughed again.
" Well, I actually have nothing to do right now so I guess I could entertain you for a minute. Why are you in the hospital?" She asked.
" I got hit by a truck a few days ago. I went through the windshield." Reed said.
" Oh wow. I know you're in the hospital but are you okay?" She asked.
" My left eye is patched up, I have a slice and a bruise across my nose, a few of my ribs are broken and my arms are busted up but other than that...I'm good." She laughed, making him chuckle.
" Yeah, you sound good." She said. " Did you not see the truck coming?"
" No, I was texting and just stepped out in front of it." Reed said.
" That was stupid." She said, making him chuckle again, that time he groaned. " Are you okay?"
" Yeah, yeah, yeah." He said quickly. " Just hurts to laugh."
" Then stop it." She said. When he chuckled that time, he grabbed his side.
" Stop making me laugh then." He said. She laughed and it was soft and sexy.
" You have a nice voice." She said.
" Thanks, I'm sure it's kind of rough sounding right now." Reed said.
" That's okay. You just got into a car accident, it's allowed to be." She said. Reed closed his eye and sighed.
" So what's your name?" He asked.
" Yeah I'm not giving you that." She said.
" Ah come on. I'm laid up in a bed and I'm going to be here for a while. I can't hurt you." Reed said, opening his eye again.
" Now how do I know that?" She asked, making him smile.
" You're right, you're right." He said.
" Well, it has been nice talking to you but I have to go now." She said. Reed pushed himself up the best he could.
" Can I call you again?" He asked quickly. When she grew quiet he rushed to say, " Your voice is amazing and it's the first one I have heard since I woke up after the accident that doesn't belong to someone who wanted to stick me with a needle or something." She laughed and he could almost hear her smile.
" I'm sorry about that but I don't think it's a good idea. I hope you get better." She said before she hung up.
Reed sighed and laid his head back again. He set his phone on his chest and went back to staring out the window. It was raining. Back to his boredom. Maybe he should call his friends. He shook his head. No, that was not going to happen. He would call his boss. He didn't want to lose his job. He'd just tell his boss not to tell anyone. The accident was embarrassing enough. Jeff would understand and keep it to himself.
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Layla Dixon walked back into her apartment after work, later that night. She was tired but that was nothing new. Being the owner of her own shop meant she put in more hours than any of her employees, but she loved it. It was a good tired. A tired that hit you when you busted your ass and had a good day. She sat down on her couch at the same time her phone rang. Without looking at the number, she answered it and closed her eyes.
" Hello?" She asked.
" Hey." She opened her eyes at the rough voice. " Ah, it's the guy from the hospital." She frowned and got up quickly. " I was bored again."
" I guess." She said as she made her way to her front door. She just wanted to check the lock again. "Do you make it a habit to call back wrong numbers?"
" No but I like your voice." He said. When she was sure her lock was in place, she moved to the window in her small kitchen and peered out.
" Thanks, I guess." She said.
" Is this weird? This is weird, isn't it?" He asked.
" Yeah, I'll be honest. It's a little weird." Layla said.
" Well don't freak out or anything. Like I said, I'm going to be in here a while." He said.
" And like I said, how the hell do I know that?" She asked.
" I'm at New York General Medical Center and my name is Reed Harris. You can call and check on me." He said. Layla turned around and leaned her back against her counter.
" You want me to call the hospital and check you out?" She asked.
" Yeah. How else will you know I'm telling the truth?" He asked. She narrowed her eyes and couldn't believe she was considering doing that he was saying. She shook her head and sighed.
" Reed Harris?" She asked.
" Yeah." He said.
" Okay. I'll call you back." She said, hanging up before he could say anything else. She dialed information and asked for the hospital number. While the call was being connected she dropped her head and smacked herself in the forehead. " What the hell am I doing?" She whispered. She shook her head. She was lonely. She hadn't had a boyfriend in two years. Here was this stranger with a nice, sexy voice calling her up and she was chasing after him.
" New York General Medical Center." Layla closed her eyes.
" Can I have Reed Harris' room?" She heard herself ask.
" One moment." The lady said. There was a series of clicks then a phone started ringing.
" Pretty girl?" Her face flushed at the sound of his voice.
" What?" She asked. He chuckled, it was low and a little pain filled.
" Since you won't tell me your real name, I'm going to call you Pretty girl." He said.
" How do you know I'm pretty? I might be disgusting." Layla said.
" Nah, I won't believe it. Your voice is to nice sounding." Reed said. Layla smiled and started to walk out of her kitchen. " So it rained all day, was it cold?"
" It wasn't so bad." She said as she walked through her apartment.
" It's quiet. What are you doing?" Reed asked. He snuggled more into his blankets and stared out into the dark night.
" Walking through my place. You?" She asked.
" Oh, I'm just getting ready to hit the bars, you know? I going to fly my private jet overseas and hit up all the cool places in Paris." He said, making her laugh.
" You are, huh?" She asked.
" Yeah, seems like a fun thing to do." He said with a smile.
" I'll give you that, it does." Layla said. She walked into her room and kicked off her shoes.
" You want to come with me?" Reed asked.
" Oh sure, why not? If you are paying for the trip, I'm going." She said.
" Yeah, yeah I'll pay. We'll have lobster for every meal." He said. Layla laid down on her stomach and linked her ankles together.
" Sounds good." She said.
" Pick you up at ten?" Reed asked.
" Great. That will give me enough time to pack some clothes." Layla said.
" Fuck the clothes. We will buy all new ones." He said. He smiled when she laughed.
" Oh now you're on." She said. He chuckled then groaned.
" Damn, stop making me laugh." He said.
" I'm sorry." Layla said.
" It's cool. So listen, I can feel the pain meds starting to kick in which means, I'm going to pass out soon. I need to go." Reed said.
" Oh, okay." Layla said, rolling onto her back. " Well, I hope you feel better tomorrow."
" You could call and check on me, if you want." He added the last part quickly.
" We'll see." She said. She turned her head to look out of the sliding glass doors that stood off to her right.
" Alright, Pretty Girl. Thanks for talking to me." Reed said.
" You're welcome. Good night." She said.
" Good night." He said. They both paused for a few seconds before she finally hung up.
Reed lowered his hospital bed down and went back to staring at his window. He smiled to himself. She did have a nice voice. It felt good to talk to her. She seemed nice. He shook his head and laughed a second before he grabbed his right side again. If his buddies found out he was thinking about a girl he reached through dialing a random number, he'd never hear the end of it. To his surprise, his phone beeped. He picked it up and saw she had texted him.
' Layla. My name is Layla.' He smiled.
' That's a pretty name. I like it.' He answered.
' Thank you. Good night, Reed.' She texted.
' Good night, Pretty Girl.'
* let me clarify something! in the movie he has his cellphone with him. he first calls her from his cell phone then has her call him on the hospital line. she texts him on his cellphone.