Ugh, am I dying?I thought.
I heard muffled voices laced with panic, then saw a few people gathering around me as I slipped out of consciousness.
* * *
"...me what happened?"
"The people who dropped him off said he, erm, 'ate shit' and fell right in front of them. Their words, not mine."
"Did they see him hit his head?"
"Yes. They said they were, I quote, 'surprised it didn't crack open like a watermelon.'"
"What a charming mental image. Oh, look. It appears he's waking now."
An incomprehensible moan left me as I blearily opened my eyes. Everything was white and plain and smelled sharply of alcohol. The sterile kind, not the fun kind.
Was I in a hospital room? I guess I hadn't died after all.
"Hello, there."
It took me a second to recognize where the voice was coming from. I turned my head in its direction. A tall figure was standing over me. It was a handsome man in doctor's clothes. His white scrubs were only whiter than his smooth pale skin. His light blond hair was swept neatly to the side. He smiled at me with warmth in his piercing blue eyes.
"Hello. Can you hear me?" he asked.
I nodded dumbly. This man was so good looking that I was awestruck. He looked like a movie star with CGI enhancements to appear even more perfect, except he was a real life person.
"Ah, I prefer you don't move your head. Can you speak?"
"Uh. I think so. Yes." My voice was hoarse but functional.
"Wonderful. Can you tell me your name?"
"Uh... Miguel."
As my brain slowly kicked back into gear, I wondered if he already knew all this and was just testing me. After all, I carried my ID in my wallet.
Wait, I still had a wallet, right?
"My stuff," I croaked.
The doctor smiled, looking pleased. He was even more gorgeous when smiling. "Oh, good, you're alert enough to worry about your belongings. Excellent sign. Don't worry, your things are all here."
He gestured to the other side of the room where a nurse stood beside my coat draped over a chair. I hadn't even noticed her until now even though she was in my peripheral vision. The doctor was just too stunning to notice anyone else. I could barely take my eyes off him.
Geez, how hard did I hit my head?
"What happened, doctor—uhh..." I read his name tag. "Dr. Daemen?"
The doctor smiled wider, flashing me his brilliant white teeth. He was so white all over that he practically glowed. If he was a hex code, he'd be #FFFFFF.
"You were brought in by some good Samaritans who watched you slip and fall on the icy sidewalk," he said.
Right. Of course the sexy doctor knew everything about my embarrassing incident.
The doctor tilted his head in a playful way. "You didn't see the sign?"
"What sign?"
