Here ya go short and sweet :) more to come when I find the time to write
Black. Thats all I saw as I spun across a sea of darkness. I was spinning. I couldn't stop spinning. I wanted to stop. I wanted to wake up, but the more I tried waking up, the more I slipped back into the darkness.
I pushed myself one last time and then it worked.
I saw light.
I also felt pain.
Lots of pain.
I was covered in stitches and bandages. I couldn't move at all. The room was stark white and full new of technology and beeping machines. There was a beautiful man sitting next to me asleep. I felt an undeniable pull towards him. What happened to me?
Where was I? I closed my eyes again and sunk back into the darkness,
A steady beeping noise broke through my daze. The noise kept droning on like a steady machine anxious for an answer. There was something warm and solid in my hand, it was comforting yet confusing. Where was I? Slowly fluttering my eyes open I was blinded by the same stark white walls and blinding over head lights. Looking to my right I saw that there was a large hand within my own and I let my eyes wander up from the hand following the muscly arm to see who the owner of this warm hand belonged to. I was rewarded by the sight of a handsome man sleeping in the chair next to my hospital bed. Using my other hand I ran my hands through his hair causing him to stir.
Concentrating on his soft hair I was slammed with memories and images of what landed me in the hospital and gasped sitting up causing the sleeping figure to wake up with a start.
"Chelsea!" A familiar voice yelled as I started to hyperventilate causing the beeping heart rate monitor to increase in tempo, I was pulled into a warm familiar embrace and instantly started to sob. I had no clue how I managed to live through what I did yet here I was sitting in a hospital living and breathing. "Shh, its ok Chels I'm right here and I'm never letting you go" the soft voice whispered into my ear. Finally after my sobs had died down I looked up to see who I was going to have to apologize to for ruining their shirt only to be met with a pair of dark brown eyes, Paul's eyes, filled with unshed tears.
"I'm so sorry" He cried "I should have never let you go. I should have tried harder I should hav..." I cut him off touching my lips to his and resting my hands on his face. The kiss was short yet sweet. Perfect for a first kiss and the best part was that he kissed back. "Paul Lahote if I ever hear you blaming yourself for this ever again I swear I won't talk to you for a month you hear me?" "But..." he started "No don't even start. I'm fine just a little scratched up and extremely confused!" I finished. "I know I owe you the biggest confession ever but not right now, not here." He promised "But right now you need to sleep. I promise i'll be here when you wake up" He kissed my forehead as I drifted back into unconsciousness and dreamed of wolves?