4. Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Jaylen
H oly shit, I can actually see.
My eyes are open, and I can see the blinding lights above me, along with the ugly wallpaper covering the wall across from my bed.
I try to move my head, but there still seems to be some sort of blockage in my brain that won't allow me to move.
I shift my eyes from side to side, scanning every inch of the room around me that I can see from this position and when my eyes land on the brunette standing beside me with her eyes screwed shut, I pause and allow my eyes to settle on her delicate face, admiring her.
When she opens her eyes and they connect with mine, I'm convinced my breath hitches.
Jesus. Sophia was not lying when she said the new nurse was beautiful.
Her brown eyes scan my face, and her full brows draw downwards, creating lines across her forehead.
"Jaylen?"
Wow.
Her voice .
I know I've already heard it before, and I was in awe of it then, but hearing it now as she says my name and whilst I'm also able to see her is something entirely different.
My eyes scan the parts of her that I can see and honestly, I'm glad that I don't seem to have control of my body at this moment in time because if I did, I'd probably do something stupid and embarrassing like kneel down in front of her and ask her to marry me because she's easily one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on.
"Jaylen, can you hear me?" she asks in her smooth, velvety voice.
Yes, I most certainly can hear you, darling. I'm also damn well glad I can because I've never been so happy about something so miniscule before in my life.
Panic strikes through my body when I realise I can't hear my own voice, and I didn't feel my lips move.
My eyes dart across the room as frantic thoughts filter through my mind.
Something's wrong.
Something's very wrong.
She looks worried and shocked as she continues to stare at me and the panic inside of my body continues to rise as I try to make myself speak but consistently fail to do so.
I'm still broken.
Her head whips around to the side when the door to my hospital room opens again and my vision is suddenly filled with Sophia's tear-stricken face.
"I was just doing some checks on him when his eyes opened and he grabbed a hold of my hand. "
A doctor pushes past Sophia and nods towards the beautiful nurse standing by my side.
"Are you able to remove your hand from his, Rory?"
She shakes her head.
"I've tried, but he's gripping it really tight."
"This is good news, right?" Sophia asks, worry laced in her tone.
"Well, it shows that he's responsive, yes," the doctor says, examining my face. "We'll have to book him in for another EEG scan and run some tests on him, but this does seem like a positive development."
He shines a light in my eyes, causing me to squint and he quickly moves it away.
"Well, he's responding to the light, and the fact that he's still gripping onto your hand would suggest that he's gradually gaining control over his body again."
He walks out of my view and when he doesn't reappear after a few seconds, I turn my attention back to the nurse beside me.
Rory.
The name suits her.
It's unique, and different, and I have a feeling she's the same.
"How long do you think it'll take for him to be back to normal?" Sophia asks, coming back into my view, smiling down at me as she glances between me and the doctor.
"Well, he won't be back to normal for quite a while.
We won't know for sure, but we'll keep a close eye on him and as he starts progressing we'll be able to gauge what he's able to do and how much pain he is in.
He'll also have to do physiotherapy for at least a few weeks and be under close monitoring for us to ensure that he's okay and that he's healed properly. "
"Okay, but you're confident that he's going to make a full recovery?"
"He's a strong and determined man. He responded to the surgeries well, he was able to breathe on his own quicker than most people in his condition, and he's now awake and somewhat alert. I can't say anything for sure just yet, but we'll know more once the tests are back."
Sophia sighs in relief and I watch as a tear leaks from the corner of her eyes, trickling down her face as she leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek.
"Am I just expected to stand here and continue to hold his hand?" Rory asks, raising her brows at the doctor who's almost out of the room.
"Well, Jaylen has been appointed as your main patient for the time being, Miss Daniels. I'd suggest you get comfy in that chair beside him until he's ready to let go of you."
I chuckle internally at his statement.
If I had any control over my body right now, I'd make sure I never let go of her.
I'm intrigued by her. I want to know more about her.
For the first time since I've been here, I'm actually glad that I'm going to be stuck at the hospital for the foreseeable future because it means I get to spend time with her.
It'll give me time to find out what I want to know, and unfortunately for her, she'll have to put up with it because it's her job to take care of me.
Maybe I'm going to enjoy my stay here from now on.