"Mr. Salvatore, you got a visitor."
He looks up to the nurse; she's about fifty years old, give or take. And she's been very kind to him for the last 37 hours.
His eyebrows get furrowed, who'd possibly come visit him?
He looks at the door and sees blond curls shining under the sunlight coming through the window. There's a shy smile on her lips as she walks in. and… wait, are those flowers in her hand? Hold on… isn't that the same girl from…?
"'I'll leave you alone." Comes out from the nurse and cuts his thoughts, he look at her while she offers a smile and walks away.
"How are you doing?" She says as she sits on the chair next to the bed. Her voice is forcing him to relax, soft and beautiful, he noticed that before.
"I'm fine, thank you." He says with a smile.
He waits for her to talk, but she doesn't say anything, she looks down to the flowers in her hand and bites her lips.
"Listen, I'm incredibly sorry for what happened." She finally talks. "I really appreciate your help, I can't imagine what would happen if you weren't there, and I'm really really sorry for…" She pauses and points with her eyes to his body lying on the bed.
"It's okay." He assures her with a smile. And he can notice the relief in her eye, how her shoulders relax and that breath she lets out.
"Is it bad?" She asks, her face reflecting sympathy again as she looks to his foot wrapped in plaster.
"ah, broken leg, not a big deal." He smiles again, this time bigger one.
She lets out a stressed chuckle.
"I'm so so sorry." She says. "If there's anything that I can do…" She pauses with a smile.
"I'd tell you." He nods.
"Though, I was thinking, that guy, are you like…?" He trails off, his question already clear.
"Um, we… we broke up." She purses her lips.
"Is that why he was… fighting with you?" he says. His voice low, trying not to push.
"We, uh, we were talking, but he got angry. I mean I was shocked, Tyler can get angry sometimes, but I never saw him like that." She shakes her head slowly. And he just nods.
"Well, it's a good thing that I was at the bar." He scuffs and she chuckles.
"'I brought you flowers." She says after few moments in silence. She gives him the flowers and he takes it gently, a stupid grin on his lips.
The roses are beautiful, light pink, just like her cheeks.
"Thank you." He says, failing to control that growing smile on his lips.
"Does anyone know that you're here?" She asks as she looks around the room.
"Um, my brother is out of town, and my best friend has some job to do, but she'll be here like in seven hours or something." He says.
"Oh." She says. and he's quite amused with looking at her, how her eyes give away everything she thinks or feels. So he waits for the rest.
"Well, I can stay for a little longer." She says with a big shining smile.
"You don't have to."
"No please, it's the least I can do for you, I mean you wouldn't be here if you didn't help me." She titles her head and smiles. And he only nods with agreement.
"So," She says while beaming, her eyes shining with excitement, "I'll go get us some food and drinks, I mean it's okay right? It's just your leg, and I can get you some magazines?"
"I don't read magazines." He shakes his head.
"Oh, books?"
He nods with a smile.
"Okay, there's a bookshop in the next street. I'll take care of it." She says as she stands up and just before he can talk she looks at him with pointed finger, "End of discussion." She says before heading to the door with a smile.