Mileys POV
As soon as they got me weighed, pee tested, and had my medical records signed over, I was escorted to my room. My room consisted of one lonely bed, a night stand, a long dresser with a tv on it, a desk with a lamp and an empty picture frame, and a closet with two sliding doors. The walls were light tan and the floor had grayish looking carpet. This place was bland, I'm glad I braught most of my stuff. My " personal caretaker" (the lady who hovers over me more than anyone else) put my bags in my room.
"Are you comfortable Miley?" she asked. "Is there anything I can get you, some food, maybe some water?"
"Im fine actually, thanks tho." I replied with a smile.
She smiled back, "alright well just make yourself comfortable and feel free to explore the patient corridors."
After she left I started un-packing, after a while I got tired so I decided to go look around. As I was walking down the hallway I peered into a room where I saw the older doctor who had just taken care of me and the gorgous boy I saw when I was walking in. They were standing in a small room talking and laughing, the gorgous guy then turned his head and saw me. I ran and tried to act normal walking down the hallway, as if I hadn't been glaring at him. He came out of the door and looked down both sides of the hallway and when he saw me came running towards me.
"hey wait up!" he yelled.
"shit" I mumbled under my breathe.
As soon as he got close enough to me he stepped right in front of me making me stop.
"Hi, Im Nick, and your new here?" he said with the smile ive seen from so many guys before. The smile of im so hot and I know you want me because I want myself. But his had something hiding underneath, like hurt, or passion. Maybe he wasn't so bad.
"ya, new I am. My names Miley. Are you a patient here?" i was hoping for yes.
"No actually im a volunteer." He kept talking but I stopped listening. I had only known this guy for 5 seconds but for some reasons I wanted him to relate to me, and now that I know he doesn't I was actually upset. That's what you get for getting your hopes up miley, I thought to myself. I started listening to him.
"..Ive worked here for about a year and," I cut him off.
"im sorry I, umm, gotta go." And with that I ran off, like a little girl. Wait to go miley!