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The next day
I woke up in a bright room. I looked around me and saw my doctor, Troy, sleeping on a bed beside me. I smiled a little at how cute he looked asleep. No! He's your doctor Gabriella! I shook my head. I couldn't think like that about my doctor. I looked at the clock: 23 past eight. Normally a nurse would've already brought my breakfast, but I wasn't complaining. I was very thank full that he let me stay in his and his friend's apartment.
I looked around the room, moving my body a bit, I noticed some pictures with him and I think his parents in it and also one with him in his doctors outfit smiling big and holding his doctors diploma to the camera.
A pain shot through to different places of my right side. I put my hand on my side and massaged it a bit, like I always do, when I noticed something wet under my fingers. I looked at my fingers and saw that they were red, I was bleeding! I looked down to where I thought the blood was coming from and saw a red stain in the bedspread. I sighed and relaxed on the bed. This happened every night. There was not much that I could do, as I didn't want to wake Troy up, so I just waited for him to wake up.
The time ticked away until it was 9 o'clock and I noticed the stain in the bedspread getting bigger and bigger. Boy, Troy is going to be mad! I thought. I waited a few minutes longer, the pain was no longer there, but I worried that Troy was going to be mad. So I started to whisper yell at him to wake up: "Doctor Bolton! Troy! Please wake up!" I noticed him to start stir in his sleep. Aww.. I thought again. No! Damn it Gabriella! Don't think about him like that! I shook my head and started whisper yelling at him again: "Troy!"
He now woke up fully and rubbed his eyes before looking at me. "Morning Gabriella," he said sitting up in bed, "did you sleep well?" I looked at him worriedly before answering: "Troy I.. I had an accident." He threw his bed sheets off of himself and sat up on the side of his bed, worried. "What do you mean by accident Gabriella? Is everything OK?" he asked. "Well, yes but..," I said before throwing my sheets off of myself to let him see the red stain in the bedspread that went all over my side to my hips and over the middle of my back, "I'm sorry.." He smiled a little before answering: "That's OK Gabriella, I know that used to happen in the hospital every night so I gave you special bedspreads like you give your kids until they stop wetting their beds so it doesn't get into your mattress." I sighed in relief and relaxed again.
"How long have you been awake?" he asked, standing up from his bed. Now I noticed he only had pajama pants on and that the upper half of his body was bare. Damn he is hot. I thought while staring at his body for about 2 seconds before I realized what I was doing. I bet he noticed me blushing so I looked down. I looked back up once I remembered I still had a question to answer to. "Umm, like 20 past eight or something," I answered. He nodded, responding: "Well, I'll need to clean your wounds, but what would you like for breakfast? I'm not that good of a cook, but I bet it's better than the food in the hospital." I smiled a little, knowing it would hurt when I laughed. "OK, umm, just a sandwich would be fine thank you," I said. "Ok," he said getting the stuff he needed to clean my wounds. He took my pajama shirt off and started cleaning them. "You know, they are really healing up, but because they keep bleeding when you sleep I think it's going to take a while.." he explained, cleaning my wounds gently.
Troy's pov:
While cleaning her wounds I looked at her body, she was really slim. I looked up and saw the cut that bothered her the most, the cut was just beneath the line in between her breast. She thought it was ugly, even more than the other cuts, but I thought it was a sign of her braveness and of her power to pull through what she's been through. After cleaning her wounds I touched her side, tracing my fingers over the cuts on her left side and I looked at her. "You're so brave," I whispered. She looked down and blushed, starting to get uncomfortable with being in just her bra in front of me. She bit her lip and looked back up. "What are you doing?" she asked me. That brought me out of my trance and I let go of her. "Umm," I shook my head picking her pajama t-shirt back up, "nothing, here's your t-shirt. I'll go make breakfast and then I'll bring it to you." She took her shirt and put It back on quickly. I left the room and shut the door. I saw my friend, Peter, in his wheelchair and he looked at me. "What happened?" he asked me, wheeling up to me. I shook my head and ran my hand through my hair, shaking my head. "I, I don't know.."
A/N: I know this was damn short, but I had a writersblock and I didn't want to let you wait any longer than you guys already have. I think Beautiful Soul will be out by next week, but I can't promise anything.