Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste

Ashley‘s pov

My teary eyes were glued to him as doctor Gomez and two nurses started to remove the breathing tube. He mentioned that Blake was now able to breathe on his own.

“Sorry.” I said softly and stepped aside to let the cleaning lady mop the coffee I spilt.

She grumbles something underneath her breath and mops the floor rather harshly. She was probably cursing me out for giving her more work to do.

I draw my eyes back to Blake and I‘m a bit startled to see his blue eyes already set on me. I try to read the emotions that are hidden but he doesn‘t let it show.

He swiftly moved his eyes away from me when I sent him a soft smile. My heart drops, smile turning into a frown.

It felt strange, different. He was different.

Doctor Gomez finally removes the tube and passes it to one of the nurses. The other nurse with fiery red hair hands him the clipboard and pen.

Ryn wraps her hand around my shoulder and squeezes it in reassurance. Ace on the other hand was beside Blake, his hand resting reassuringly on top of his son‘s hand.

“Can you speak?” Doctor Gomez questions, lining the tip of the pen on the paper that was joined to the clipboard.

Blake looks at him, narrows his eyes, clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak. “Yes.‘‘ His voice is cracky, rough like sandpaper. Likely from not having enough fluids going down his throat for a while.

Doctor Gomez nods jotting down on the paper. “Do you know where you are?” He lifts his head to stare at Blake.

his

you know your name?” His brown eyes pierces Blake‘s eyes, gauging for

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Reed.” He answers smoothly

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a breath of relief. Good at

the plastic cup that was filled with water. She places a straw in the cup and brings it to his parted lips. He

nurse did not mean no harm and was probably in her late forties. Still a little burning

serious. “Do you know why you

looks lost, removes the straw from his mouth and presses his head on the pillow only to wince. He shakes his head no but doesn‘t

shot at the back of your head while rescuing one of your comrades who

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the bullet that thankfully had not hit any vital parts. But in omler to

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the news. But Blake doesn‘t let any emotion portray on his face. He

for almost an entire week. We are very thankful to see that you‘ve woken up, not many can overcome such trauma to their head. Your family has not left your

is then Blake‘s blue eyes snap towards me. It‘s piercing and quite frankly I was stunned to see how blankly he stared at me. My heart begins to

words leave his lips and the

words not wanting to register in my head. Yet even though my mind was fighting to pretend that he was not referring to me, pain was slicing through my

Ace who had been staring down at his son looks at me