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Derek walked into the hospital room as if in a trance. He wasn't sure why he'd come at seven a.m; but he had. It had been eight days since the car accident, seven since she kicked him out, and five since they'd spoken. It had been over phone, but it was nice to hear her voice. I missed you. Derek mentally said to Casey as he stood by her bed. He wouldn't dare to speak out loud, afraid to wake her, but he wanted to tell her everything. I tried to convince Nora and George to let me visit. Derek would say. Really? but, I asked you not to. She'd reply. But I couldn't stand being away from you for this long. And he would lean in and they would kiss, and everything would be the way it was supposed to be.
"You're going to forgive me, Casey, you have to." He whispered in her ear before sitting in the chair next to her. "I don't know if I can, Derek." Casey replied, rolling over. "Casey!" Derek shouted, sitting up. "that's me." she replied, reaching up to rub her eyes. "Don't, Case, your bruises." Derek said, grabbing her hand before she could. "right, thanks." she mumbled. "What time is it?" Casey asked him. "Seven thirty" Derek replied, glancing at the clock on his phone. "why are you here at seven thirty, Derek?" "I, well, I thought you could use some company for when you woke up, and George and Nora can't take any more time off work." Derek said shrugging. "oh." Casey replied. They both realized Derek was still holding Casey's hand, but neither seemed to care. "why?" Casey asked him, looking down at the sheets. "Why what?" Derek asked, knowing what was coming. "Why did you kiss her. I know, you didn't mean for it to happen, but how did it?" she asked him.
Derek sat down on the corner of her bed. "Chelsea was my girlfriend a few years back." he said, frowning at the memory. "I really cared about her, and she moved, to California. So the day she left we made a pact that if she ever came back we would kiss to see if we still cared about each other."
"So you agreed to kiss. Kissing is not going on four dates, kissing is not making it official. Kissing is not something to hide from someone who you're dating. Especially someone who cares about you that much." Casey said, trying to stop from crying. "cares about me that much?" Derek asked in a soft voice. Casey couldn't tell if he would cry, mock her, or maybe both. "Derek, I... I get it, you like Chelsea, she likes you, so stop messing with both of us. I won't stick around, and I don't know Chelsea, but I know she wouldn't like to know the you who kissed her while you had a girlfriend." she said before realizing it. "Girlfriend?" Derek asked, blinking like someone was shining a bright light in his eyes.
"Derek, I, I get that you think of me as just another girl following you like a lost puppy, so I know you won't mind when I say I hope you're happy with Chelsea, I really do. Because you won't be with me." She stuttered with each word like they were cutting her throat. "Casey, is that really what you think of yourself as? Another girl following me around like a lost puppy? I meant what I said, Case. I love you. I love you more than any girl I've ever dated. I love you more than Chelsea and I love you more than myself." Derek said, starting to cry as he said it. "Derek, please just go. I can't keep hurting." she said, kissing him on the cheek. "goodbye."
The next morning Casey woke up to a single red rose on her bedside table. "forgive me. love, Derek." she read. She picked up the flower, pricking herself on the thorn. "ah." she winced, dropping the flower. She looked at the growing dot of red, soon big enough it ran down her pointer finger. She looked at the blood, then froze. Why did he kiss her? the emotional side of her asked. he told you already. logic-Casey replied. but what if he was lying? she asked herself. The one-sided conversation ended with her sobbing as a nurse walked in.
She was young with strawberry blond hair and teal eyes. She had on deep red lipstick and thick fake eyelashes. Her eye shadow itself was a black and silver smokey eye. "Are you alright?" she asked in a deep southern accent. "f-fine, I just... fine." Casey mumbled, embarrassed. "Aw, honey, don't be sad. Derek get you down?" she asked, sitting in the nearest chair and crossing her legs like a therapist would. "How do you know about Derek?" she asked the nurse. "Oh. Well, for one, you've been sayin' his name in your sleep. Two, he and I talk when he comes by." she said. "When he comes by?" Casey asked, wiping away a tear. "every morning he stops by and leaves a note for you at the desk. We've been waiting till you heal up enough to deal with some stress, cause the way he talks, you'd have to be." She handed over a stack of plain envelopes, each with Casey written on them in careful handwriting. "thank you." Casey said, waving goodbye to her and tossing the papers over in her hands.
I hope you guys liked it! It's not exactly a novel, but I'm writing this at nearly 1 am, and I am wiped out. I'll update soon!