10.
Surprisingly she doesn't say anything about him being here. Either he's been here for a long time – ew, creepy stalker watching me sleep – or she's used to him taking pity on patients and spending time with them. She obviously knows him as she greets him by his name and asks how he's doing while swapping my almost empty IV bags with new ones.
I feel ignored and also a little bit jealous. The ease between them is something I can't imagine having with a man.
That brings me to something I hadn't thought of before. Am I single or in a relationship? There is no ring on my finger and no sign of there having been one until recently so I know I'm not engaged or married.
While I'm pondering that, the nurse leaves the room. I don't even notice, I'm lost in my thoughts about a life I don't know. I fight hard to remember something, but the last thing I remember is starting college. Did I do a Masters degree after that? What is my career like? Where do I live?
I feel myself slowly starting to panic when a warm hand covers mine. I look up, right into beautiful green eyes and calm down a little.