• I stayed late that night until the nurse kicked me out just talking to Zane and his mom. When I went home I called my mom.

    “Yeah?” she asked her perky self.

    “Um, mom, Zane got hurt and he’s in the hospital.” Mom gasped.

    “What?” she asked.

    “He got into a fight with his mom’s boyfriend and he got hurt badly. I went in and saw him today.” She gasped again.

    “Oh that’s horrible!” I bit my lip.

    “Yeah, I was really worried about him. I mean he could have really gotten—“

    “Hey honey I have to go. The doctor here is starting the meeting. I’ll call you when we get done.” I stared blankly at the wall in front of me. “Honey?” she asked. “OK I love you bye,” she hung up as I just stared. My own mother doesn’t even care. She doesn’t care that my boyfriend could have died. I pulled the phone from my ear and turned it off. At that point I had lost respect for my mother. I went to bed shortly after and cried a little as I fell asleep. But just seeing his eyes in my minds eye helped me. I smiled softly.

    The next morning I took a shower and got into warm clothes before grabbing Lord of the Flies and heading out. Except this time I didn’t go to school, I went to the hospital. I went in and the lady smiled as I headed to Zane’s room. I knocked on the door and opened it. Zane looked over at me a spoon full of soup going into his mouth. I smiled and shut the door.

    “Your mom’s not here?” I asked heading over to the chair beside his bed.

    “Nope, she had work. And don’t you have school?” I peeled off my jacket and scarf smirking at him.

    “Playing ditchie.” He raised an eyebrow grinning.

    “I’ve taught you well,” I laughed and sat down pulling my long sleeves around my hands to keep warm. His room was cold.

    “Yeah, that you have,” he ate his soup then looked at me.

    “You really should be at school.” He said. I rolled my eyes.

    “And why would you care if I skipped school? You did it a million times!”

    “I didn’t do it a million times!” he said rolling his eyes. I raised an eyebrow. He sighed. “A lot.” I smirked.

    “My point exactly.” I sat up and sat down beside him. He put his arm around me and I leaned on his shoulder. “How’s the food?” I asked.

    “Like s**t.” I laughed.

    “It’s a hospital. I’ll bring you something when I come next time.” He nodded. I looked at his arm resting on my arm. It had a white tag on it showing his name. His rough fingers lightly grazed my arm up and down. I smiled. The small TV was on in the corner but when I looked at Zane he was staring down at our feet. “What’s wrong?” I asked. He sighed.

    “Nothing, just thinking.” He looked at me and smiled tiredly.

    “Are you sleepy?” I asked. He shrugged.

    “A little.” I put my hand on his cheek and it prickled from the tiny hairs on it.

    “Go to sleep.” I leaned up and kissed him lightly. But as I pulled away he pulled me back. His kisses were soft and sweet but as I got lost in it I didn’t realize I was on top of him. He pressed his good arm close to me rubbing our hips together. I moaned. I put my hands around his neck and ran my hand through his hair. Someone cleared their throat and I jumped and looked toward the door. A nurse stood there and smiled with a smirk on the edge of her lips.

    “Mr. Zane needs to take his meds,” she said. I got off of Zane and he sat up quickly looking pink in the cheeks. She watched as Zane swallowed his pills. “Now these will make you sleepy.” she warned. She smiled at me. “Sorry. Have a nice day,” she left and shut the door. I looked at Zane and he laughed. I did the same and slapped my hand to my face.

    “You need to sleep,” I said.

    “Well I kind of want to do something else,” he said winking at me. I rolled my eyes.

    “We’re in a hospital and you have a broken arm. I don’t think so,” he grinned at me.

    “What I want to do doesn’t have to involve hands….” My mouth dropped and he laughed.

    “Go to sleep!” I yelled blushing. He smiled and settled back in the bed to take a nap.

    “Wake me up before you leave,” he whispered.

    “OK,” I said but I knew I wasn’t going to. I hugged my shoulders as I looked around the room. “I can’t fall asleep,” Zane said opening his eyes back up. I sighed.

    “Want me to read to you?” I asked. He looked over at me.

    “Yeah.” He said. I got out my book and showed him the cover. He grinned. I started to read and he laid back and closed his eyes, a piece of his hair falling into his eyes. 10 minutes later I stopped and looked up at him. His breathing was slow and soft. I smiled. I felt something rough rub against my cheek and looked behind me. Zane’s leather jacket! I pulled it off the side of the chair and down into my fingers. I smiled. I pulled it up and smelled it. It smelled like my detergent and him. I stood up and put my arms in then pulled my hair out from the back. It was big but it was warm. I smiled as I quietly went out of the room to get a soda in the cafeteria.

    When I got back I settled down in the chair and started to read to myself sipping my coffee enjoying Zane being this close to me.