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“You stayed with me.” He states. I nod my head when he motions for me to come closer. I shake my head, but he just smiles, and fuck, that is one good-looking smile. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
Slowly, I step closer, and the little nurse who was standing pulls the curtain back into position before she walks away. There are noises, beeps of the machines, children crying, people coughing, but I’m staring at him as if he’s the only person in the whole ER.
“What’s your name?” he asks, his deep voice causing chills to run down my spine.
“Uh, my name?”
“Yeah, darlin’. Your name. What is it?” The smile on his face nearly melts my insides, but I quickly shake away the feeling and open my mouth to respond.
“Kemah.”
“Kemah? That’s a unique name. I’ve never heard that before,” he tells me.
“Yeah. Not many with my name, I guess.”
“You’re nervous,” he adds.
“I’m just not used to this,” I tell him.
“Meetin’ strangers after accidents? You stayed. Why?”
“I … well … I uh, I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” I mumble as I look down at my hands.
“Don’t look down. Look at me,” he demands. I lift my head quickly, and I’m not even sure why. Those bright green eyes burn straight through me, and a chill races over my flesh. “You wanted to check on me?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have. I just hated to see you be alone coming here.”
“You didn’t want me to be alone?”
“No.”
“Fuck,” he grumbles under his breath.
“I should … I should go. This probably caused more trouble than it was worth.”
“With that asshole?”
“Yeah, with that asshole.”
“He hurts you?”
“Not really. I’m glad you’re okay,” I tell him as I take a step back.
“Don’t move,” he orders, and I find myself stopping in my tracks. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I listening to what he says? “You’re not goin’ anywhere.”
“I have to go. I shouldn’t have come.”
“You wanted to make sure I was okay. That’s what you said,” he says as I nod. “Then make sure I’m okay.”
“I can see you. You look fine.”
“Do I? How fine?” My cheeks heat while he grins at me. “I’m kiddin’, sweetheart. Anyway, Doc said I fucked my head up pretty good, but the helmet took the majority of the damage.I’m a little bruised and banged up, but nothin’ was broken, thankfully.”
“That’s good. I’m glad nothing was broken. And bruises heal.”
“Yeah, they do, don’t they. You wanna give me your number?”
“What? Why?”
