I gasp and jolt awake. It feels like I haven't been breathing for years, like all the air inside me just rushed out in a single breath. Everything is just too bright and there is a faint beeping ringing in my ears. I expect to be crashing through a car window or to be getting choked by a seat belt, something painful that would kill me. I keep imagining a car crash but I don't know why.
I find myself in a bed. A hospital bed with tubes up my nose and machines blocking my view. I lift my arm up to block the fluorescent lights but get tugged back to the bed by an IV in my arm. My breathing picks up as I begin to panic, looking around for someone and find a boy. He looks about eighteen, with a shaved head and a little birthmark on his neck. But his eyes stop me from panicking because they are so big. A deep brown color that mesmerizes me, making me forget I was scared or the fact that I have no idea where I am. He looks so happy to see me with a big grin on his face, almost like he's confused but excited all at the same time.
"BB?" He asks me. He has an accent that makes what ever he just said sound so..nice.
I don't know if I can speak yet but I'll sure as hell try, "W-what?" My voice sounds so strange. Sounds different then I remembered it, a little deeper. Now that I think about it, I feel taller too, and lighter, and older. Especially older. I don't think I like it.
"BB..I said BB. Do you want me to call you Brooke instead? Or do you remember Brooklyn Bridge better?"
I tilt my head at him a little confused. I have no idea what he's rambling about but i don't want him to stop talking, his voice is so nice to listen to. I think he noticed my confusion. "Um..can you help me out here? I need to know what I can call you, love."
"I-I like BB. I don't know what it means but I like the way you say it." He laughs at this. His laugh is even better than his voice. I want to make him laugh more. Wait, did he call me love?
"Ok, good." He smiles at me warmly and I feel my cheeks heating up. "I'm guessing you have some questions?"
"Uh, you could say that. Where am I?"
"You're at St. Joan's Hospital in the intensive care unit. Brooklyn, New York is somewhere I'm sure you're familiar with?" For some reason that place resonates with me so I nod. I'm excited to finally understand something.
"I know the name..do you know what happened to me?" The boy goes quiet immediately, making the room deathly silent except for the steady beeping.
He finally speaks, "I don't think that's my place to tell you. I'll call the nurses-oh bugga my ass! I should've told them you were awake before I went rambling, damn love I'm sorry."
I laugh, even though it hurts my chest. He was pink with embarrassment as I giggled. This boy was defiantly adorable, but he's too old for me..I think. I have a strange tingling inside me, like we aren't that really far apart in age. I brush it aside, "It's ok. I don't even know why you're sorry." He leaned over the side of his bed and pressed a huge red button. Well THAT looks important.
"Never mind, all of your questions will be answered in just a moment." I don't want to stop talking to him so I rake my brain for something to talk about. I snap my fingers. They feel oddly numb, "I never got your name."
"Oh! Sorry I'm being such a wanka," he reaches over to me with his hand stretched out, "I'm Liam. LIam Payne. Cheers!" I take it with a shake.
"I guess I'm BB. Nice to meet you?"