I missed him

Amelia Forbes

Thirty minutes after Adrian had stormed off, Benson peeked through the door of my ward, worry visible on his face.

He walked in when he saw that I was awake. "Mel, are you okay?" He asked, rushing to my side and placing a hand on my forehead and looking into my eyes for any signs.

For a moment I was scared. What if Adrian had told him everything?

I looked up at him again and I saw that he didn't know. I relaxed once more.

"What happened?" He asked, squeezing my arm.

I shrugged, trying to look as normal as possible. "Nothing serious. The doctor said I'm stressing myself out. I need to rest and eat healthier, that's all."

I finished, hoping the lie was believable.

Benson's face dissolved into a look of relief.

He sighed. "You scared me." He ran a hand through his blonde hair. "I wanted to. . . come with Adrian to the hospital but I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me," He said, looking down at his feet.