45C

a/n: hi everyoneeee <3333

so I was in the hospital and I was bored, and I couldn't even write cause I had a cannula in my hand and I could barely use my phone or read (thank God for paperbacks).

anyhow, while I have not found love (not that I currently have times for a boyfriend - like I honestly don't understand how people manage their time in high school so as to have both good grades AND a social life. I chose the good grades and being a future NYT bestselling author (hopefully), so... yeah) in the hospital walls, just boredom, here is a love story that occurs in the hospital hallways !!! enjoy yet another blonde man with light eyes because I have got a type.

45C

Stupid hospital. Stupid vending machine that ate my money, but got stuck and won't give me my Snickers bar. I try to shake it, but it doesn't work.

A boyish laugh comes from behind, followed by, "Another 45C victim! Welcome to the club!"

I turn around to see who is the other person who wants to annoy me today, and my heart actually might skip a beat. He looked straight out of a fantasy novel with his eyes like an enchanted forest, bewitching me and forcing me to brave them, and his golden hair like the rays of the sun, wrapping me up in his mighty warmth.

OH MY GOD, WHERE DID ALL THIS... POETRY COME FROM?

How were you supposed to act nonchalant, again.

I just stand and stare at him, not knowing how to get out of this situation because if I opened my mouth I might say something stupid like 'marry me'.

Since I just stand there like a ghost he just kicks the vending machine, and gives me my Snickers bar, "Enjoy." he smiles at me, then leaves.

He's leaving, actually leaving.

It's now or nothing and for once in my life I just yell after him, "Hey! Why are you here?"

He turns back and says, "I had a concussion, and they have been keeping me here for 2 weeks now. You?"

"Something blew up in my ovary or something, I have no idea what's going on, just that it hurts like hell to move."

He comes closer and bows theatrically, "Well, in that case, madam, wish thou I drive you about in my chariot back to your chambers?"

I laugh for the first time since I've been locked in here, "No, thank you, my lord. I shall handle myself quite well on this treacherous journey without the help of a man such as yourself. Adieu."

And that is how I walk away from my prince in shining armour.

Until the next day, when I tried to get yet another Snickers bar, and I failed and he came and got it out. And the next day, the same thing happened, just like clockwork.

Before he gives me my delicious snack again, he tells me, "Come on. This is the third day this happens, it's fate. May I learn your name and social media handles?"

I roll my eyes, but in reality I am internally screaming out in happiness, "Eve. And I don't have social media. You?"

"Noah, and in case you decide to create some accounts, noahactually."

And then he walked away.

And the next day I found out they let him out.

Is this really the last time I'll see Noah?

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