Liv's POV.
~british blue eyed bozo~
I open my eyes a bit. I try to sit up but my back hurts so I just lay down.
I look around, confused as to where I am.
Oh no, not again. A drip is connected to my hand, white walls, disgusting smell..I'm in that stupid dress...
Yup. I'm in the hospital.
Well fan-frickin-tastic.
I close my eyes as I'm met with a wave of pain. Everywhere hurts. My back, my lip, my eye, my legs... Everywhere.
I can hear some voices.
Can this deja vu be over with already?!
I feel someone peering over me. Not knowing what to do next, I count one to three in my head before summoning the little energy left in me to swing and hit whoever right on the nose!
"Oh shoot! " The person - male - yelled
Yeah that's right! Take that! Who knew wrestling Alex and his friends would come in handy.
I peeked open my eyes to see the victim of my vicious punch. A dude about my age is on the floor clutching his nose and screaming. Yeah that oughta hurt.
I try to get up but I can't. So I adjusted my pillow so my back is more comfortable and sat up a bit. "Now...wh-who are you...and what did you d-do to me...why am I here...ANSWER ME! or I'll punch you again!" I say balling my hands into fists.
He got up and used a tissue for his bleeding nose. "My goodness, you sure pack a mean punch! How did you even do that!" He said in a thick British accent. And his eyes are so frickin blue!!
"I said answer me! You British blue eyed bozo." I didn't want to be too offensive but that's what he gets for beating me up and bringing me to the hospital. I mean if you're gonna kill me, kill me! don't bring me back to the hospital!!
Okay that doesn't sound reasonable. The hospital is getting to me!
"Hey no need to get hostile! I mean no harm. I'm more of a good Samaritan than a bozo, you see." He said raising his arms in an attempt to surrender.
"Okay..okay... I'm sorry...but you still haven't explained" I said trying to be reasonable
"Alright. Picture this... My dad asked me to take the trash out and then I step out only to see a damsel in distress-"
"I'm not a damsel...and I'm not in distress"
"-on The floor...Unconscious. So I head back to tell Dad and so we both rushed you here...The hospital..How and what you were doing on the floor, I have no idea about." He finished, ignoring my interruption.
My face softened "Oh my God ! I'm so sorry! You didn't have to!"
"Uh..I kinda did..Don't mention it" He said and then I smiled at him and he smiled back.
Well he's not bad looking. He has dark blonde hair and a charming smile. He's wearing a yellow shirt that says "Ferguson's" at the back.
I slightly remember seeing that name somewhere but I just can't place it...
"You never told me your name...I'm Trevor by the way." He said
"I'm Liv...Nice to meet you and sorry about your nose" I say, taking his outstretched hand and shaking it.
"No biggie...Just another day in the life of a good Samaritan. You know I get punched like this all the time" He said and I laughed.
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Drew's POV.
"Dude, move it!!" I yell out the window while honking.
I don't usually have this much road range. Don't know what's gotten into me.
I pulled over in the parking lot and literally jumped out the car.
I look around every corner beside Ferguson's bakery. And then I found a black envelope beside one.
If that's the letter, where is Liv??
I move over the empty space and pick up the letter.
For some reason I don't want to read it...I would read it when I find I her.
I walked into the bakery and saw an old man behind the counter.
That must be Mr Ferguson. According to his name tag at least.
"Um hi. Mr Ferguson did you happen to see a young lady on the road by that corner?" I say pointing outside.
"Actually yes. My son and I rushed her to a hospital near-"
"Oh my God thank you so much. Can you please tell me which one?" I said as polite as I could.
"If you had let me finish, I wanted to say that I was packing some pastries to go give her. She just woke up. I could take you with me?" He offered and my heart started beating faster.
"Yes sir. Thank you so much. May I help you carry those?" I ask, collecting the bags in his hand without waiting for his response.
"Lead the way."
I followed him out to his van and sit in the boot with the pastries.
It was worth it, If I would be seeing Liv soon.
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Liv's POV
"So you remember how you got there?" Trevor asked as he rubbed his nose with the icepack.
He had asked the nurse for some ice a while ago.
"Yeah...I went for a walk to clear my head and all of a sudden these guys start following me. I start running then hide behind the corner close to your dad's place and stay there for a while. I knew they were gonna get to me soon enough so I call my...friend and put it on speaker. After I put my phone in my pocket this Rico dude came over and punched me...he seemed to be their leader of a sort. We fought for a while and he just kept hitting me. Then I slumped and yata yata. I could hardly understand anything after. Then I woke up and punched you and here we are." I finish up and take a deep breath.
"Well that's some story. I have to say, my account is quite boring." He said with a laugh.
"Moving on..You work for your dad?" I asked curiously.
"Well..we just moved here from England a few months ago. I take classes online so no socialising for me. But I was able to convince Dad to give me this job and be the delivery boy. It lets me get fresh air and meet new or the same people everyday. I actually enjoy it." He said with a happy smile.
"Okay..that explains why you seem a bit familiar" I say. I remember him giving Jim our neighbour some bread a few days ago.
"So is your name just Liv?" he asks
"Well yeah. Olivia Octavia Patricia Sparks." Oh shoot! I let out my dreadful middle name.
Olivia, how did that happen?
I wince as he laughs "So your names spell out..OOPS?" he said in realisation. And continued laughing again. I joined him too. I had to admit it was funny though.
"Shut up. Now you have to tell me your full names." I say with a raised brow
"William Trevor Ferguson." He said
"Wait if your first name is William..Why go with Trevor?" I asked curiously
He shrugged "Always preferred it."
Then something clicks in my head "Wait...William Trevor Ferguson...WTF!!!" I almost yell then burst out laughing.
"WTF!" I say still laughing and then he joins me too.
The pain came back which stopped the laughing. Trevor wanted to laugh but he saw I was serious then looked concerned.
"Are you alright?" He asked in such a British caring tone.
Yeah I might have a bit of a British accent fetish.
A bri-ish fe-ish. Hehe.
"Yeah ,a bit. Actually I'm hungry" I say rubbing my tummy.
I raiseed up my dress (I was still wearing my clothes underneath you pervs) to touch my left side. The pain is majorly from there.
"Ow."
"Oh my. That looks terrible" Trevor admitted with a stinky face.
"Yeah feels terrible too. Hey so you got a mint or a chocolate bar or something?" I ask and drop my dress down. I rest on the pillow gently so my back won't hurt too much.
"Actually, I have a meatzza right here. I can microwave it quickly." He said thoughtfully
"Oh nevermind then. I'm a veggie" I said
"Oh? Veggie? Why did you become a veggie anyway?" He asks out of curiosity.
I smile as I remember. "I can't.. You'll think its stupid" I say with a shy blush which only makes him smile.
"No trust me I won't. Okay how about this, you tell me and I'll tell you a secret in return" He bargained.
I rubbed my nonexistent beard on my chin. Oh God that hurts. Wrong place.
"Okay deal. So when I was about let's say eight. I had a pet pig, don't ask why, and I named her Millie. She was small and cute and I loved her. So one day, we were at my aunt's. And then we had dinner and I loved the food so much, I just had to ask. 'What is this stuff? It tastes so good' yeah I remember the words. And then Aunt Kelly was like 'sweetie that's pork'" I stopped because Trevor already put two and two together and started laughing but he gestured for me to go on.
"- and then of course I didn't know what pork was but then my big bro Alex, broke the news to me by saying 'you're eating Millie's relatives' And then I spat out the food and that's where it started. I never ate meat again as Alex went on calling me a murderer for eating all the animals." I finished off with a smile.
"In that case..maybe I should be a veggie too. Who am I kidding, I can't do it" Trevor said after calming down.
My body started aching again so he called the nurse and she said I should probably have some rest.
"A pleasure meeting you, Liv."
"Same here Trev. If getting attacked by shady dudes means meeting you, I'll do it over again." I say as I start drifting off.
He smiled "I'd be happy to pick you off the road anytime too. We'll keep in touch." He said after one last smile then he left.
And soon enough, sleep kept me company.
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Drew's POV.
We get to the hospital but it's too late. Wait...sounds like she's dead.
She's not, I just missed her while she was awake. I'll have to wait again.
I see a dude outside in the waiting room talking to Mr Ferguson.
That must be his son. I have to thank him. I walk up to him and smile while stretching my hand out for a handshake.
"Drew. I have to thank you for what you did. That was a huge favour you did for me man and I 'preciate it." I say
"It's okay. You're not her boyfriend are you...?" He asked.
"No...why?" I ask not liking the question one bit.
"No reason." He said with a smile.
I suddenly regret saying no, but I owed it to him to be honest. He practically saved my rear.
Then the doctor comes over to meet Mr Ferguson and I spring up.
"Doc! How's it going? How is she? She's still alive right?" I asked, fearing the worst.
"Calm down, young man. She is alive. But she's not doing so well. She broke a rib and she was beaten up real bad. She might have to stay here for a couple more days so we can keep an eye on her." He said looking at the clip board in his hand.
"When can I see her?" I ask impatiently.
"Well she's not awake but I guess you could come in" He said with a sigh, realizing I won't leave till I see my baby. Smart man.
"Thank you doc!" I say as I sprint towards the next door.
"Not so fast young man. It's the other way."
"Oh..I knew that" I said then sprinted the other way.
This is it! I finally get to see her.
I reach the door to her room and open the doors gently with a smile on my face.
When I get in, my smile falters.
She was on the bed looking as lifeless as ever. She looked pale, had a black eye, busted lip, a bruise on her jaw and the bump from the panic attack looked even bigger. With a drip connected to the back of her palm, Liv had never looked worse.
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Liv's POV.
I wake up feeling slightly better. Though my head is still pounding a bit.
I look around to discover it's already dark. How long did I even sleep?
Still looking around, I noticed a figure curled up on one of the chairs.
I squint a bit and find out it's "Drew!"
I didn't want to wake him up so I shushed myself.
He did not look good. Well he still looked good but that's the thing about Drew, he can never not look good.
But this has to be the worst I've ever seen him. He looked like he just came back from a wedding or something.
He was wearing a longsleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the buttons loosened. His tie was amiss. If he wore one.
His shoes were on the floor neatly placed in a corner as he was in only his socks.
His hair looked like he had been running his hands through it a lot, as it wasn't in its normal style.
His sleeping face was etched with concern and worry as his eyebrows were scrunched together. His mouth was slightly open and he was muttering incoherent words.
All in all he still looked cute, curled up on that chair.
"I bet he looks like this all because of me. Stupid me had to get followed and attacked" I say rubbing my forehead.
Then all of a sudden, Drew shot up awake. "Cupcake! You're awake." He said as he ran over and hugged the little life I had out of me
"Yea..but I might not be if you don't... Let..go" I choke out.
He chuckled then released me. He looked at me as I winced as the pain increased and gave me a smile.
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