Tangled Love

"Bacon sandwich please, white bread and plenty of ketchup."

I hand over the exact change and take a seat in the hospital cafe as I wait for my order. Emily squeezing my hand had motivated me and it's like I had gotten a little ounce of my spark back. I'd realised how hungry I am and finally gave in to my rumbling stomach. I pull out my phone and add Tobias, Mum, Ivory, Trish and Aunt Myra to a conversation before texting them all.

Emily squeezed my hand today. The doctor's said it was good news but we shouldn't get our hopes up.

I send the text and took a gulp from my coffee, grateful for the instant jolt it gives me. I need caffeine and lots of it. When I told the doctor about Emily's progress, he warned me not to be hopeful as her hand moving could just be a reflex of her nerves.

I refuse to believe him, she'd squeezed my hand when I asked her to. Even if the doctors have given up on her, I haven't. For the first time in what feels like forever, I'm hopeful for the future. I smile and thank the cafe owner as she places the plate down in front of me, the glorious smell wafting in the air.

I've just picked up one half of the sandwich when a blonde sits in the chair opposite me on my table. She smirks at me flirtatiously before speaking —

Where have you

is squeaky, high and completely artificial. From the looks of her, she is too. Her face is covered in an inch of thick makeup, five shades darker then her actual skin tone. She wears black eyelashes

feeling annoyed that I'd been interrupted from eating this glorious bacon sandwich. My stomach rumbles loudly, filling in the silence between us and she giggles, nodding towards

If she had, she'd

sandwich back up and finally taking a large bite from it. I groan quietly as the taste finally fills my mouth and take another bite, not caring if I look like a starved

and I have to stop my eyes from dramatically rolling as I realise she isn't used to

the past, I would have probably played along and flirted back. Maybe even shared a kiss or two. . . eventually I'd give her

the past now, I'm not interested in anyone beside Emily. She completely ignores my words and one of

girl not get it?

of I'm not interested does she not understand?

can smell her sickly sweet perfume, the kind that makes you gag when it hits the back of your throat.

which funnily enough is so much more interesting than her. She giggles childishly at my response, taking it as a joke and I raise my brow at her