"I hate hospitals" I don’t think I could say that enough at this point. I hate the smells, beeping, and most importantly I hate being walked in on by complete strangers. Ash is supposedly getting out in two days. Her cuts and scrapes have scabbed over. I’m pretty sure the one on her cheek is going to leave a small scar. Ashley is getting some more test done. I think they are also going to change her casts too.

The wheel her back in sporting two new blue casts. She is smiling so it must be good news. Returning the smile

"What they say?"

"That I’m normal and good to go in two days." I chuckled and shook my head a little.

"Hun?" She was very confused by my response apparently.

"Baby you where never normal. The accident must of jarred something." I dodge a washcloth being throne at me.

"You’re mean. I’m not talking to anymore." She huffed and folded her arms.

She is so sexy when she’s hot and bothered. I made a mental note to do it again when she is feeling better. I guess for now I should act remorseful and make up. Putting on my best doe eyed look, I pouted and begged for forgiveness. After fifteen minutes she finally forgave me. I must be losing my touch. It has never taken me that long.

We where making out again until we heard the door open. I shot up and away from her before the nurse or doctor came in. I hate being interrupted. It was Dr. James or as I like to call him Dr. Dickhead. Ashley doesn’t like him much either. I think if she didn’t have those casts on, she would have kicked ass by now.

As soon as he walks in, he spots me sitting by the window. He smiles, but I refuse to return it. After he checks Ash’s chart and machines, he makes his way over to me. I groan to myself and keeping repeating two more days.

"Spence" He so did not just call me that. Only my friends and Ashley call me that.

"It’s Spencer or Miss. Carlin to you" I don’t see the point in being nice anymore. He doesn’t take the hint.