A/N: So chapter. I feel like I'm talking to myself, and I'm just that loser that puts stuff out there that never gets read. On that depressing note enjoy. (Sorry if it's short)

The next time I come back around the first thing I register is how dry my mouth is. How long have I been out? I hear a beeping in the background like a heart monitor. I open my eyes and am immediately assaulted by the bright fluorescent lights. I squint as I try to look around.

I'm in a small room. The walls are white and there are some windows on the wall looking into a hospital hallway. From what I can see I'm definitely in a hospital.

I try to prop myself up and look around but the instant I do my head snaps full of pain. I wince hard at the onslaught of pain and slowly lie back down. I feel a pressure around my head and touch it too feel bandages wrapped tightly around my head. How bad am I hurt?

I check around my room and grab cup full of water on my bedside table. I chug it down. Now that I'm a less thirsty I gently try to sit up again. I manage to sit up with a few tries and get a better sense of my room. The first time around I didn't notice Michael past my bedside table sleeping in a chair using a jacket as a blanket.

Memories of Michael and me on the ground suddenly resurface and I remember how I got here. I'm not sure what to think, now that I think about it…It's weird to think about. I don't want to think about it.

Instead of confronting Michael about it I lie back down and let him sleep. At the same time I pray that maybe all of that was a dream. Who knows maybe it was and I just got hurt some other way. If only it could be like that.

I try to think of what I should say to Michael. Maybe try to laugh it off? I bet he'd do the same to. Or maybe just ask him what it meant. But whatever the reason I need to decide what the whole thing in my pants was about. How in the world did my penis want Michael to go down on it? Stop thinking about it! But the thought has already gotten through and an image of Michael's long slender fingers poking around in my pants makes the blood start to flow down to my crotch.

I cover the growing bulge with my hands but in this nightgown thing they have me wearing it's all too clear. Who put in on? I wonder. Probably a lucky nurse. I don't mean to be a cocky jerk but I'm not so hard on the eyes. At least that's what most people tell me anyway. That doesn't make me a tool does it? I mean I have to thank my parents for it. They gave me good genes.

People say I look like my dad. Same chestnut colored hair, same big brown eyes with a spec of hazel at the iris. Even our features are similar, nice bone structure and a perfect smile even without braces. Yeah I guess I'm sort of genetically gifted to look nice, but that's just the truth. I'm not gonna say being beautiful is a burden but it's definitely not a cakewalk either.

I peek over at Michael. He's not too hard to look at either. Nice chocolate colored hair, warm brown eyes and a nice smile too. He's a little shorter than me though and a little bit darker, he spends more time in the sun than me. Although if we're comparing something we should compare muscles because I'm pretty sure I blow him outta the water.

Michael snores a little and turns slightly in his chair. He's kind of cute when he does that…Stop it! I mentally scream at myself again. Why does my mind keep going there? It's over right? Over so there is no reason to talk about it again.

Unless Michael wants too. Shit. What the hell would he say? What the hell do you make of that anyway? An accident? Maybe he slipped and his lips hit mine and I just freaked out and hit my head. Yeah that seems possible. Maybe my mind just saw it as longer because I was so freaked out by the kiss.

Frustrated I run a hand through my hair and must hit a button next my head. I peek up and see it's a nurse's button. Crap. Now Michael will definitely wake up.

I take the next thirty seconds to think of what to say to Michael. Straight up apologize, Ask why he did it? In the end I choose to wait for him to bring it up. I'm sure he'll have to as soon as we're alone.

When the nurse arrives Michael is woken and seems to almost silently sulk out of the room just barely hanging by the door. A few seconds later my parents arrive, they were eating lunch I think. The thing I notice is Michael staring at the floor at the edge of the room as everyone else barrages me with questions like if I'm in pain and such.

When I finally convince them I'm not brain damaged they seem to calm down and I see Michael at the doorway now. He's still staring at the floor but for a second he glances up at me with a weird glance. I can't understand what he's feeling by it and I don't get a chance to examine it because now that he sees I'm okay he takes this chance to slip out of the room unnoticed by everyone.

Everyone except me.