Kaya's P.O.V.
I awoke to the sound of a heart monitor. My leg throbbed but didn't necessarily hurt. I felt a little light-headed and nauseated. I looked for Cassy, and when I saw she wasn't with me, I panicked. A nurse came in and asked me what was wrong.
"Cassy…Where's Cassy!?!"
The nurse looked at me, confused. "Cassy?"
"My best friend. Blonde hair, blue eyes?" I was growing desperate. "Pink tank-top with light blue jeans? Black boots? Red belt?"
The nurse tried to calm me, but I was too anxious. "Honey, please, calm down. It's okay."
"No, it's not!" I screamed. "I need Cassy!" I tried to get out of the bed, but the nurse gently pushed me down.
"Darling, calm down. I'll find Cassy." Then the nurse left, muttering to herself.
After a few minutes, I was determined to find Cassy, or at least get out of the bed. I swung my legs over the side, and then heard a familiar British accent.
"Are you sure she's alright?"
"Yes, she's fine. See for yourself."
My heart raced as he opened the door and peeked his head in.
"Kaya? You awake?"
"Harry!" I squealed as I stood up. Before I knew it, I was falling. My vision was blurry and my leg was on fire. I looked into Harry's concerned face.
"You almost gave me a heart attack, Kaya!" He cried.
I giggled. "Sorry, just..." I wanted to say 'you make my heart race and my pain leave. I want to be with you forever and always.' But instead I said, "I'm thrilled you came back." Lame I know but he then said,
"I will always come back for you, Kaya. Always."
I could've died of happiness then and there. "I should probably get back in my hospital bed, shouldn't I?"
"That’s probably a good idea." He said helping me to my feet. Then without warning he scooped me up and carried me to my bed. While he held me, I kissed him on the cheek. He looked at me, smiled, and said, "You missed."
"Huh?"
"You missed," he said again. Then he kissed me, sweetly and gently, on the lips.
Jolts of electricity flowed through me. Without meaning to, I said, "I absolutely love kissing you." Realizing what I just said, I began to blush a deep scarlet, totally embarrassed.
He smiled, though, and replied, "Me too."
Then everybody else came in and ruined the romantic moment.
"Kaya!" Cassy squealed, running to me.
"Cassy!" I squealed back, and we embraced.
I looked at Harry and playfully rolled my eyes. He chuckled, and Niall snickered (again bringing it back to food).
Cassy turned around. "What's so funny?" she asked suspiciously.
"Funny memories, that's all," the two lads answered.
She looked at them suspiciously. "Really? Or did something or somebodydo something funny?"
They looked at her blankly. "What do you mean? Niall's the funny one," Harry said.
"Uh-huh. So, Kaya, remember much of the surgery?"
"Uhhhh, no. I was freaking unconscious!" I said in a gruff matter-of fact voice. Mentally, though, I was saying, 'Dumb blonde much?' But I would never say that to her face.
"Okay, okay. No need to get all defensive," Cassy said, playing the I'm-completely-innocent card.
The doctor came in and said, "We need to run some tests real quick. Your visitors will have to come back tomorrow."
"Okaaaaay," I said with an exaggerated sigh. "See you guys tomorrow," I said, casting the doctor a mournful glance. They waved and promised to visit tomorrow morning.
"Goodbye, guys. See you tomorrow," I repeated sadly.