Jake's POV:
She smiled. She actually smiled at me. I found myself grinning back at her, and she looked down, blushing so furiously it looked like visual effects.
"Jake…Thanks. Really. What I said to the nurse was true. I mean it," Miley's words dug deep into my heart.
Suddenly the nurse clickity-clacked with her heels back in, holding an armload of supplies and bandages. I abruptly jerked my head up, but Miley stayed leaning on me. She did seem to realize that the nurse was back, but she seemed to like the position too much to move. I was a little embarrassed, but I tried to hide it. The nurse couldn't stop beaming at the fact that Miley was leaning on me, and I was stroking her hair.
"So Miley…How's that leg, eh?" the nurse asked, coming in forward a bit.
Miley picked up her head and replied, "It's getting a whole lot better." She looked at me briefly, and then back at the nurse.
"Really?" asked the nurse happily, as if she didn't believe it. She looked at me, with a face that said somewhere in it THANK YOU! You must really mean a lot to her to make her feel so good…
"Well, honey, I'm going to wrap up that leg of yours after we get an x-ray of it. So, um, Jake, sweetie, can you please wash the blood off her leg? Carefully now. Blot it with this towel and water." She handed to me a bowl of water and a mini towel, "I'm going to go get the x-ray machine and area ready. I'll be right back, dear." She stepped into a third room, and I hesitantly wet the towel with water.
Miley's POV:
Wow. So now Jake was wiping the blood of my leg. God I felt bad for him, and boy was I ever more embarrassed. His strokes were so soft and extra careful, that I wanted him to keep going.
"Jake…I'm sorry you have to do this. It's kind of…embarrassing." He looked up.
"So you don't want me to do this? I'll go get her—"
"No Jake!" I laughed. "I like when you do it. Your movements are so…careful. I like it. A lot." He smiled, kept going, this time even softer.
"I like you…too much more than a lot."
I could feel by cheeks burning, and I knew I was flushing bright red.
"Gosh, this is getting too mushy even for me," Miley said.
"I don't know how I lived through those months. I needed you. I love hearing your laugh, and stroking your hair, and staring into your eyes—And without that I felt…weak. I missed you so much, Miles."
"Jakey, I thought you were mad at me. I don't even know what happened to me when I pushed you off that rail at the beach. I was someone else. Please forgive me. Please Jake. I missed you. And I know it is only your first day back, but—"
"—I love you," Jake finished. He leaned in and kissed me. The sparks were flying everywhere, and the fireworks were so loud, that we didn't hear the nurse walk back in.
"Oh…" the nurse's voice trailed off, and Jake and I looked up so embarrassed, I thought I was going to die. Right then and there.
The nurse didn't think a second before asking, "Are you two going out?"
"Uh—" I started.
"—Yeah, we are. Sorry about that, Miles just needed a bit of a pick-me up." I was surprised at Jake, but I wasn't mad. I was exactly the contrary.