Chapter One

"Don't worry, Dave," said Carol Sanchez as she was sitting at the end of her best friend, Dave Grayson's, hospital bed. "You'll get out soon enough."

Dave was brought into the hospital because he fell down a flight of stairs, causing him to injury his leg really badly. The doctor said that he would need to have surgery on his leg and knee. It served him right for skipping every other stair like a five year old, instead of the 22 year old man that he was.

Dave Grayson was an inch shorter than six foot. He had dark brown eyes and blond hair. She, Carol Sanchez, was 5'5, way too short for her likings. She had green eyes that would shine whenever she smiled and had medium length dark red hair.

Carol and Dave first met each other three years ago. Dave had literally run into her, causing him to fall on her onto the ground, while he was trying to show off to some girls at the college campus. And that was what started their friendship. They were always together, inseparable. Dave's ex-girlfriends and Carol's ex-boyfriend broke up with them because of that.

"I want to leave now," whined Dave.

"Your surgery is in two days," replied Carol. After that, you will probably be in here for a week or less to recover."

"I know," whined Dave.

"Stop whining," Carol jokingly scolded him.

Dave smiled. "I'm hungry."

"Do you want me to get you some candy out of the vending machine?" asked Carol as she walked toward the room's door.

"Hey!" yelled Dave, struggling to set up in the bed. "I want to go too."

"No," Carol said, shaking her head. "You need to rest. And besides…yesterday you took forever."

She quickly ran out into the hallway. "Hey," she heard him yell, "my leg is in a cast."

Carol laughed all the way to the vending machines. It was true. Yesterday, it took them hours, well to Carol it seemed it when it was really about an hour, to get to the vending machines. When she came up to them, she noticed a hospital patient with faded blue jeans under his hospital gown. He was struggling with putting the money into one of the machines. She quietly walked over to him. When she was close enough, she saw that there was gauze and bandages over his eyes. The bangs of his black hair fell gracefully over them.

"Do you need some help?" asked Carol.

The man jumped, startled.

"Do you need some help?" Carol repeated.

"No," he curtly said.

How rude, Carol thought, here I am, trying to help him out and he speaks rudely to me. Carol was known for getting a temper to easily and over the silliest things.

"Fine," she said coldly. "Do it yourself." She glared at him, knowing he couldn't see it, but she didn't care. She stomped away, while muttering angrily at herself. She reached Dave's room, opened the door, and then slammed it shut.

"What's wrong?" asked Dave as she grumpily sat down in an empty chair next to the bed.

"Don't break the chair," Dave lightly joked. Carol threw Dave a deathly glare. "Where's the candy?" Her glare got even deadlier.

Dave raised his eyebrow. "Please talk to me Carol," he said softly. "I hate it when you don't talk to me."

Carol sighed, sorry that she was upsetting Dave, when she came to the hospital to make him feel better.

"What happened?"

"I went down to the vending machines," begin Carol, "and there was this guy. He was having trouble putting money into the machine."

"Go on."

"He is blind, gauze and bandages over his eyes. So, I offered him help. I kindly asked if he needed help. And…"


"And he was rude to me," finished Carol.

"What did he say?" Dave asked.

"No," she mockingly mocked the man.

Dave grinned. "Is that it?"


Dave burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" snapped Carol.

"You," Dave said between his laughter. "You ge-get mad too eas-easily."

"I do not," Carol defensively said. She knew what Dave said was true, but she didn't care. That was the way she was. She grabbed a pillow behind Dave and hit him in the face with it. He just kept laughing.

"It's not funny," said Carol, trying not to smile. Dave could always make her smile. "Shut up!" But he didn't stop. She finally allowed her smile to show and started laughing with him when the nurse came walking in.

"Visiting hours is over," she informed us and then left, closing the door behind her.

Carol looked over at Dave. He was looking at her with a strange expression. Carol squirmed, uncomfortable under his gaze. "What?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Nothing," he mumbled.

She got up, hugged him, and kissed his forehead. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, bye," Dave answered before Carol walked out of his room.

As she walked down the hallway, toward the elevators, she heard the sounds of a guitar being played. She stopped at the door, R-28, were the sound was coming from. The door was slightly ajar. The guitar stopped and she heard talking. She recognized one of the voices. One voice was the blind man, whom she met earlier at the vending machines. Just thinking about him made her angry. So what if Dave is right? I get mad to easily. I don't care.

Suddenly, she heard the voices saying good-bye to one another. She quickly moved away from the door. She looked around; she wasn't eavesdropping on the people inside. No way jose. Lord knows what would happen if she was caught. The blind guy would freak out.

She hurriedly went to the elevators and pressed the down arrow. She then felt someone next to her and she looked at the person. He looked to be around her and Dave's age with messy brown hair, brown eyes, many ear pricings, an eyebrow ring, and lastly, that Carol could see, a lip ring. He was hot, in a punkish kind of way.

As if sensing her staring, he turned to look at her, looking her up and down. She blushed. He grinned at her and said, "Hi."

"Hi," Carol repeated.

"Do you know someone here in the hospital?" he asked.

Carol was about to answer, but the man interrupted her. "Of course you do. Why else would you be here?"

Carol laughed. "It's okay. Yeah, I'm here visiting a friend."

The elevator doors opened. Both, Carol and the man stepped in. "Me too," he said once he pressed the ground floor button. The elevator doors closed shut and the elevator begin to slowly descend. "I'm John," said the man, holding his hand out.

"Carol," Carol said, shaking his out stretched hand.

The doors opened and both stepped out. "Maybe I'll see you around," John said as he held the front doors of the hospital open for Carol.

"Yeah," replied Carol. "Bye."

"See you," he said, before walking the opposite direction of were Carol parked her car.

Carol started walking to her car. She recognized John's voice as the other person, who was talking with the blind man. John was much nicer than him, she thought.She unlocked her car door, got in, started the engine, and headed home to her apartment.