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chapter nine~~~
I was a little early the next morning at the hospital. I walked in and started coughing a little. My nose was burning, bringing tears to my eyes. I haven't got used to the hospital smell yet. I didn't smell Dr. Cullen though. Usually he was here before I was. I guess he's running late, I thought walking down the hall to the room where lockers were at.
I threw my purse and my light sweater in the locker. Before I closed it, I took my poetry book out. I noticed that the head nurse placed my schedule on the bulletin board for today. I glanced at it and frowned a little. No old people today, I thought sadly. I actually enjoyed their company and for a change, I didn't get pissed off at them.
For the day, I'm supposed to read to a couple of comma patients and someone that was hurt really bad in a car accident that had amnesia now. I shook my head at the thought of not knowing who I am. It would be a very frustrated person. I grabbed a cup of coffee from the room before leaving. I wasn't a coffee drinker but I needed something to get me going. I know that I'm going to have to bring a lot of books to read. I guess this is an easy job after all, I thought smiling.
Later on that day, I walked in the room of the amnesia patient. I stopped in my tracks as I noticed whom the person was. It was the same guy that I pulled out of the car and seen on the beach before and after I turned into a wolf. His scent hit me full force and my heart started beating like a drum. My hand started to shake from nerves and I gripped the book to my chest. He was asleep. One leg and both arms were in bandages and his head had a large band-aid on it. I guessed that the IV he had in his arm was pain medicine. Oh my god! I thought slowly walking around the bed.
My eyes rested on his face. He had a beautiful face. His black lashes was feathered over his bruised high cheek bones. Very nice lips too, I thought. I let my eyes travel down the length of his body. The light blanket covered his strong looking body. He reminded me of those G. I. Joe guys. He wasn't like any of the guys that I have seen but then again I have never left this place.
"Either you are my new nurse or you're the girl that's supposed to be keeping me company today." His voice made me jump. My book slipped out of my arms and fell on his injured leg. He cringed. "Bloody Hell" I snatched it back meeting his striking blue eyes. My heart skipped a beat and I had a feeling he could hear it.
"Uh. yeah." I said to him breaking eye contact. "My name is Yalinda."
"Yeah I remember Doc. telling me about you. Saying something about you helping out a little here. You going to be a nurse or something?" He asked me. He acted like he was interested in my life. I had to laugh silently inside for that one.
"No. " I told him shortly. "So, what's your name?" Changing the subject. I was curious about him. I pulled the chair up closer to the bed. His eyes was watching my every move and it unnerved me. I pushed a piece of my hair away from my face in frustration. Never in my life has anyone made me feel this way.
"Aiden Hollands. At least that's what they told me it was. " He said smiling at me.
"Are you sure you don't remember anything? I mean come on there's a lot of people out there that'll just say that to live a different life. This is a perfect place to do that, you know?" I joked. He laughed at loud and it sounded like music to me.
"I don't remember. I promise." He said seriously searching my eyes. I could see confusion in them and I felt my heart cry out to him.
"Well, do you remember anything at all about the accident?" I slowly asked him.
"Not really. I keep dreaming about this black shaggy wolf or something." He said and shook his head. "Hell it was a dream."
I looked at him with shock. I couldn't move or even breath at that moment. He frowned at me "Are you okay?"
"Oh uh yeah. So, do you want me to read to you?" I said the first thing that came to my mind. I opened the book without his permission and started reading.
He was quiet as he listened to me with a smile on his face. My nerves were shot but I kept on reading.
I stopped reading later on, looked at the clock and sighed. It was time to go. I glanced at him and seen that he was asleep. I stood up without making noise and made my way to the door. Before I opened it I heard him whisper "You have a beautiful voice, Linda. Hope to hear from you again."
I walked out the door acting like I didn't hear it. I shook my head and I could feel my cheeks turning red. No one has ever called me Linda. Everyone always called me Yalinda. It was nothing, Yalinda, I kept telling myself.
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