Bridge (Two)

Author's Note-

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-Kristen :)

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Sunlight filtered in through the window covered in blinds, my head was pounding and I was pretty sure that I was dead, or dying.  All of that 'white light at the end of the tunnel' crap really got in my head.

Once I saw my mother's angry face in the background as I opened my eyes and her finger wagging angrily in someone's face, I knew I was either still alive, or in hell.

That finger was pointed directly at the last person I expected to still be stuck around the hospital after whatever the heck had just happened to me, and I knew then and there that I was definitely in hell if my mother was chewing out an international superstar.

Sebastian was glancing over every few seconds at my still body lying on the hospital bed and my heart skyrocketed in my chest.

I wondered if I looked like a total mess, and I wondered again when the last time my teeth had been brushed...

If I had been in a coma for a week as my parents and the nurse had said, then I must have looked absolutely horrendous!  I ran my tongue over my teeth but they weren't as grimy as I'd expected them to be, and I honestly didn't feel as well rested as I should have been after being asleep for an entire week.

Instead, I just felt as if I'd been ran over by a truck, and that truck's name was Dylan Haim.

Their voices hushed as they looked over at my face and saw that I was awake, everyone in the room promptly rushing over to my bedside to make sure that I was okay, but the nurse closest to me put a stop to it right away.

"Holly had a panic attack.  She definitely doesn't need anyone to crowd her or make her feel uncomfortable.  We will only talk about subjects that she brings up herself and she will decide who she wants in the room at the moment.  Holly?" she looked at me.

I just stared back at her through a foggy haze of what I assumed were drugs.  I smiled at her lazily.

"Yes?"

"Who would you like to have in the room with you at the moment?" she asked me.  She was nice.  She looked like she was the nurse Marissa who I'd met earlier, with the kind blue eyes and laugh lines.

"Him.  Definitely," I said, pointing to Sebastian in my drug induced haze.  I was so out of it I didn't even register if my parents were shocked by my decision or not. All I saw was Sebastian's cocky smile pointed to my mother but the second he saw her evil glare he quickly put on a respectable facade.

I started laughing at their silent exchange and everyone in the room turned to look at me as if I'd lost my mind.  Technically, I had with these drugs they'd put me on.  It was like the anesthesia they gave you at the dentist for a wisdom teeth removal, making the person all goofy and say things they wouldn't really say in real life.

"Anyone else?" she asked me and I looked at her for a minute.

"You're cool too." I said, not wanting to even acknowledge my parents because I knew that I didn't want to be around their arguing, even in the state that I was currently in.

"Alright then.  I'll leave you two alone since I have more rounds to do with my other patients.  Mom, dad, let's go out into the hallway or the waiting room.  Or you two could even go home and clean up and get a change of clothes, you haven't been home since she woke up and now that you know she'll be alright you can."

I liked that nurse.

"I'll stay here.  I don't want someone we don't know alone in the room with our daughter.  I'll just be right outside while they talk," my father said.  My mother nodded her head at him and left without saying another word.

That was a first.  My mother, speechless?  That kind of stuff only happened in fantasies!

And then there were two.

Or, more like one and a half.  I was in a baby like state, I didn't really count as a full human at the moment.

"So, what'd you wanna talk about before we were so rudely interrupted?  What even is a panic attack anyway?  I thought they just happened when someone got scared in like a haunted house or when they were being chased through the woods with a guy holding a chainsaw!  I didn't know they made you feel like that!" I exclaimed when we were alone.

Sebastian looked yummy in his dark blue shirt that clung to his muscles and his dark brown hair all mussed up and sexy on his head like that.  My mouth watered at the sight of his dark jeans that hung low on his hips, and I was pretty sure my heart monitor fluctuated up because of my lustful thoughts.

I didn't care, he was just so hot.  I didn't understand how someone could be as hot as he was, it honestly blew my mind.

He noticed the spike in my heart rate and his eyebrows that framed his beautiful green eyes perked up in confusion.

"I wanted to tell you how sorry I was for the media.  I really didn't want you to get involved in all of this..." he trailed off, his voice wavering showing me how sorry he really was.

I didn't really mind though.  Although the tiny glimpse of paparazzi I saw through the window was probably just the beginning, I'd deal with it all if it meant I could still hang out with him.

"You really mean that?" he asked me, his eyes wide in surprise and his lips tugging upwards into a smug grin.

"Really mean what?" I asked him, wondering what I had just said.  I didn't recall saying anything...

"What you just said, about you dealing with all the paparazzi if it meant you could still hang out with me?" he asked, his eyes portraying a confused humor and I realized my mistake.

I had to stop thinking out loud...

He laughed at me.

"Yeah, you probably should stop thinking out loud but hey, if it gets you to finally say what you're thinking about me, then by all means, go ahead," he mused and I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment at what I was doing.

"I did mean it by the way.  You may be a total asshole sometimes, but when you're not you're pretty fun to be around."

His expression grew stormy, guarded, and I realized I must have struck a nerve.  The cold and distant and almost mean Sebastian was back, and I would give anything to see him go away and for the happy, funny and sweet Sebastian to come back; I wouldn't even mind the sexual innuendos.

"You have to understand something.  That day in the diner, I was going through a lot all at once, and when I'm with you I just want to forget about everything bad happening all around me," he paused.

He reached over and grabbed my hand in his, the tingles from his touch ricocheting all throughout my body and it was all I could do not to sigh like a love struck school girl from one simple touch.

He encased my entire, small hand in his and rubbed circles on the back of it.  I never knew a single touch on a hand could be so...sensual.

It was the drugs. Definitely the drugs.

I really hoped I hadn't said any of that out loud.

Luckily, Sebastian kept going as if nothing had happened and he didn't realize the immense power his touch held over me.

"When you brought up Ali, I went into defense mode and I'm sorry about that, I really am.  There's just something about her that..." he stopped and took a deep breath, letting go of my hand and flexed both of his, seemingly in anger.

His eyes darkened an entire shade and I could have sworn that he looked a million times hotter when he was angry than when he was smiling.  Why that is, I had no idea, but it was still hot.

"I just want you to know how sorry I am for treating you the way I did.  When I reached for you and you flinched, it just made me feel like the worst person in the entire world.  Can you forgive me?" he asked, reaching for my hand yet again.

When the circles on my hand started back up again, the tingles spread through my body again but this time they stopped in a certain region that wasn't used to all this male attention.  Well, male attention that was welcomed, anyway.

With Dylan, it was always a fight to push him off of me and to leave me alone.  He was never gentle, never kind.

He just wanted what he wanted, then and there, not matter what anyone else had to say about it.  That was one of the reasons I was scared to break up with him.

Sebastian must have noticed the anger and pain on my face because his gentleness on my hand stopped, and he reached forward to cup my face in his hand.

I breathed in sharply, not used to being so close to his face and I could have sworn my heart monitor stopped working altogether from how fast my heart was racing.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and my eyes looked up at his in a searching manner, amazed at how ethereally beautiful one person could be.

I was so close to him I could see the beating of his heart in his throat muscles, I saw the way his jaw flexed as he contemplated something in his head, and then fireworks exploded all around me inside my mind.

His lips descended on mine in a rush, all conscious thought escaping my body as one thing rose above all else, need.

I needed every inch of him, all around me, everywhere.  My arms tentatively reached up and placed themselves on his arms, the muscles tensing beneath my touch.

We explored each other's mouths gently, coaxing and mild.

But I didn't want mild.

I could tell he was holding back, and when I pulled his lower lip into my mouth and nibbled on it gently, eliciting a low groan from his throat, I knew just how much he was holding back.

He reached forward and encircled my waist in his arms, basically holding all of my body weight in his hands but he didn't seem like it was too difficult.

He coaxed my mouth open and our tongues mingled, dancing together and clashing all the same, the tingles now having been erupted into sparks flying all through my body and numbing my mind.

I had never kissed someone like this before, had never been kissed like this before.  It was an entirely different world, and I was glad that I had Sebastian to share it with.

He groaned and pulled back suddenly, leaving me breathless and almost begging him not to stop but I could tell that the drugs they had used to keep me calm were wearing off, probably from the gymnastics that my heart had previously been doing in order to keep up with me.

"Holly."

I looked at him through hooded lashes, quite literally drunk from his kisses.

"Sebastian?" I asked him, not knowing why he pulled away.

He groaned again and leaned back, putting his face in his hands and running them up through his hair in frustration.

"I have to go.  I'll get kicked out of the hospital if we keep going like that.  You should be getting checked out soon, if not tonight then tomorrow morning.  Call me when you get home okay?" he asked me and I merely nodded, not sure if I could form a functioning sentence after what had just occurred between the two of us.

I looked over at him to see if he was even the least bit flustered from our kiss.  His cheeks were flushed, his hair definitely messed up from my hands running through it subconsciously.

"Bye Red," he said, coming over to my bed and leaning down to give me a lingering kiss on my forehead, a searing trail of hot tingles running down to my toes from the sweet gesture.

I was still touching my forehead as the door shut behind him, wondering what in the hell had just happened.

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Author's Note:

Question:

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-Kristen