Beep... Beep... Beep

That's all I hear, is a damn noise that keeps repeating itself over and over again and I can't seem to figure out where it's coming from. Until I realize that it can only come from one place, and that place is the hospital.

I hate hospitals, only because I have a traumatizing memory from when I was four and was engulfed with bumps from my allergic reaction to bug bites the only thing I see in that blurry memory was hands holding m little arms and legs down as a hand with a gigantic needle coming towards me (so I might be a bit dramatic but to be fair I was only four). Since then I have been terrified of needles and get anxious at hospitals.

I can slowly start to feel my surroundings as my body becomes awake and I can tell that I'm sadly not wearing my clothes from today, I'm laying in a surprisingly comfy bed and I sadly have an IV stuck in my arm. But what catches my attention the most is the feeling of someone's hand in mine and a presence by my bed.

I didn't want to invoke them so I try to concentrate on opening my eyes first then moving my body, which took a lot of energy surprisingly and also took quite a while to do. But once I was able to open my eyes I kind of wish I hadn't as I'm blinded by bright lights. Like damn did Thor open up the damn Bifröst in my room? After getting my eyes to focus, I look to the left of the room where I felt the presence of someone and was shocked. I swear I thought I was still dreaming till the person looked away from the t.v. that was playing lowly in the background.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?" Chris asks gently, running his thumb softly across the back of my hand.

"I... what are you doing here?" my voice a bit scratchy, making me wonder how long I was out for.

"I got here as fast as I could, yesterday afternoon-" he probably read my mind, or that I was looking confused and explained more, "-you have been out for almost three days sweetheart, you scared the crap out of everyone. The doctor said you were alright but just under a lot of stress."

"Oh... wow... I didn't expect to be out for that long. Wait, how did you know I was here, in the hospital?" I question him, as I try to process how long I was out for.

"You're friend Karelyn actually called me the day you passed out. She actually called me when you were in the middle of your panic attack and well scared the shit out of me when she started screaming for help and your name-" he looked up at me as he held onto my hand more firmly, "-I was confused at first when I picked up the phone and this girl started talking really fast, but she stopped then repeated herself as if she knew I was confused. She introduced herself to me, don't worry doll I'm not upset about you telling her about us, I am actually glad or I wouldn't have known what had happened- " he reassures me as I'm sure he saw my worries expression, "-then she explained that you were having a panic attack and didn't know what caused it and tried to calm you down but it was like you weren't even aware she was there..." he paused as he collected his breath from talking so long, "- So she was going to try and get me to talk to you to calm you down when you just passed out on the floor."

I didn't know what to say, oh gosh I felt so bad for Karelyn. That poor girl is probably scared for the rest of her life now, she probably will be watching me like a hawk(eye hehe get it? Anyways...) when I get back to school. Then I realized one of the reasons why I was so stressed out this month.

I pull my hand away from his and slowly sit up and I can tell that the action hurt him a bit when I pulled my hand out of his a bit harshly, but he has no right to just drop in like this when he basically ignored me for a whole damn month, even if I ended up in the hospital.

"Why are you here Evans?" his expression shifted to full seriousness as I called him by his last name and if I'm being honest, it's kind of intimidating.

"What do yuh mean sweetheart? Hey, what's with the name?" He asks softly, reaching for my hand.

"Why blow me off for a whole damn fucking month then show up out of nowhere?" I answer, shaking my head softly as I pull my hand away to rest on my other hand. Trying to hold back the urge to apologize and hug him as I see his face drop more as I moved away from his touch.

He lets out a sigh before he continues, "Look sweetheart, my intentions were to never hurt you I swear. I just... I freaked out alright, what happened that night between us should have never happened and shouldn't happen again-" he regretted saying that as he saw my face fall and looked hurt himself, "I didn' mean it like that doll, listen-"

"NO. Get out."

"Sweetheart that's not-" he tried to explain, shaking his head gently.

"Get OUT Christopher." I cut him off as I feel the tears start to pour out.

"Sweetheart, please let me explain." he exasperates as he pleads for me to listen.

"..."

I closed my eyes trying to prevent myself from crying even more even though it doesn't work. I'm just trying to breathe and think, should I let him stay and explain himself or should I be dramatic like the movies and tell him to get lost? I realize that the second option will only cause us both more pain and we would eventually have to have this conversation anyways. So I open my eyes and curl into myself as much as I can and allow him to grab ahold of my hand as he realized I wasn't going to kick him out like I was trying to earlier.

"...Go ahead." I whisper to him as I keep my gaze on our hands connected.

"I didn't mean to upset you sweetheart, I was just trying to explain..." he lets a breath escape him, moving his chair closer to my side of the bed, "I could possibly get into major trouble for having an intimate moment with a minor and that's why we... why I shouldn't have kissed you. So the reason why I have been avoiding you was that all I could keep thinking about... was that damn kiss and how perfect it was and how amazing it felt." he confessed, as he reached out with his other hand and slowly lifted my face to meet his.

"I can't help but think of you every single day and night after that kiss... just like... I can't help myself... now," he whispers the last part as he puts his lips on mine, pulling me more closer to him.