I squint through the bright yellow light, groaning as a headache racks my brain.
What happened?
I sit up quickly, only to be met with pain, everywhere. I clench my teeth and open my eyes fully, meeting an empty white room. I place a hand to my head, finding a bandage wrapped around it. In my other hand is a needle with a tube on the end, sending a clear liquid into my body.
"Hello?" I croak breathlessly. I rub my soar throat and look around the room, only to find a man sitting in a chair by the door, a magazine in his hand. He looks up to me with a sad smile. His features have me squinting again.
Soft, brown hair on his head, and beautiful green eyes like emeralds. His chest is broad, his muscles showing through the black T-shirt that almost doesn't fit him. I pinch myself under the blankets to see if I'm dreaming the handsome man.
I sit up into the pillows behind me.
"Where am I?" I ask in a hoarse whisper.
"In the hospital." He says gently, his voice as smooth as silk. I felt like melting into a puddle at that moment.
"Where's Darcey?" I moan in pain as my headache hits my right temple. "Who are you?"
I hold my head in my hands to ease the pain while waiting for his answer. He says nothing, but sits on the edge of the bed. I slide further into the pillows.
"My name is Tate." He says gently.
I look him in the eye, wondering why the hell I'm in a hospital, why the hell he's in the room.
"Am I missing something? Do I know you?" I finally ask. I swing my feet over the edge of the bed and unhook my arm from the tube.
He chuckles with a smile, causing a shiver to run up my spine. I shake it off and grab my shoes from the floor.
"Not yet," He answers. "But soon."
I slip my sneakers on and face him with a confused look. I cross my arms over my chest.
"Why are you in my hospital room?" I unwrap the bandage from my forehead, placing it in the small black garbage can beside the bed.
He pauses, his eyes frantically searching the room for an explanation. I watch him silently, fear consuming my body slowly as each minute passes without one.
Who is this guy?
For all I know, he could be an axe murderer trying to kill me.
"I uh....I'm the Doctors assistant." He stutters, standing up. I keep my distance, backing up when he tries to advance.
"The Doctors assistant." I repeat, not believing a word he says. He smiles.
"Exactly. I was told to wait for you to wake up.. And now you have." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.
I slip past him and grab my jacket from the chair he was sitting on. I catch his scent and pause with the jacket in my hands.
Breaking out of my weird trance, I pull on the coat and grab my purse.
"Then tell me, Doctor Tate, what happened to me last night?"
I remember leaving Jason's, I remember talking to my father multiple times on the phone, then to Darcey. I was on my way home, where my father was having friends over.
I shiver in disgust. Did I end up getting beat so badly that I was sent to the hospital? I grip my stomach as the feeling of nausea overwhelms me.
"A car accident," He eyes me suspiciously. "You got in a car accident."
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Dream {Book 1}
Werewolf"Don't lose hope Isabella, and I won't lose you" **** Ever since her mother died, her father has abused her. She thought she was saved when she met Jason. But she was far from it. Darcey and Dean are the only ones that know about about her pain, bu...