*Beep.*
And repetitive.
Melody’s eyes are too heavy to lift their lids, so she continues listening to the beeping, trying to remember what had happened before she fell asleep.
Her nostrils flare at the smell antiseptics and then, not so far behind the cleaning supply smell, is Sam with his coffee and leather smell. It all rushes back to her now; the sound of metal crunching together and the sickening feeling her heart got when Sam’s blood oozed itself out of his skin and slid down his pale flesh.
Melody pulls her strength from her soul, pushing her eye lids open as she lets her head fall to her right shoulder. Sam lay on the bed opposite of her, his skin stitched and bandaged where the doctor had seen fit.
She throws her legs off of the bed; her head begging her to lie back down. She interlaces her bandaged fingers with his callused ones, not noticing the doctor slipping in the room.
The doctor, a tall, young woman, holds a silver clip board against her white coat, which plays off her dark sun kissed skin in her favor.
“He didn't suffer too much damage; a few cuts, very miner concision, a sprained wrist and a dislocated shoulder. He should wake up soon. We just have him on some pretty strong pain medication, which is why he’s sleeping right now,” the woman smiles, showing her artificially white teeth, before leaving the room.
Melody pulls a chair from under the windowsill, grasping the stained wood of its back as she drags it over to Sam’s bed. She sits down upon the green cushion, leaning forward just enough to kiss Sam before gently laying her head next to his hand, letting herself drift off to sleep.
………………………………………………..
She awakes, not long after falling asleep, to Sam’s rough thumb rubbing across her cheek. She picks her head up, tears sliding down the creases of her bright and wide smile.
“Sam! Are you ok? How do you feel?” her heart races as she speaks.
Sam smiles out of the corner of his mouth, pushing her tears away with his thumb. “I'm fine,” he assures her.
He makes a grunting noise as he leans towards her, kissing her briefly before laying his head back down on the downy white pillow.
A nurse walks in, her perfume hanging around her in a dense pink cloud, using her clean fingers tap the bag of fluids hanging next to the twin sized hospital bed.
“We’re just going to keep you here over night,” the short nurse says, “And make sure you’re ok. After that you guys can feel free to go home.”
Melody gives a polite smile as the nurse scurries out of the room, her white Keds squeaking against the linoleum flooring.
Melody lies on top of the white and blue checkered hospital sheets next to Sam, nestling her head against his chest, making sure his heart doesn’t skip a beat. Sam holds his arms loosely around her waist, not minding that she worries about him because it just assures him that she loves him.
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