So Yesterday

Lia

The swarm of visitors was a little overwhelming, even if it stemmed from good intentions. I wondered if my room had been a revolving door of people when I was asleep also. I looked over to the man in the chair by the bed. Mountain man was an accurate description for the pack alpha. Even down to the flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves, Oliver was a lumbersexual’s wet dream. He had messy jet black hair that curled at the ends, and a beard that looked like it had been forgotten about for at least a few days. His dark chocolate eyes never left me.

'We should keep this one around,' the voice purred. I scoffed at her comment.

“Is there anything I can do to make staying here a bit more comfortable?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Unless there’s a way to blow this popsicle stand before Thursday or Friday,” I said.

“What, don't you like hospitals?” he smirked.

“Who does?” I snorted.

“You know, a good way to avoid them is to not get shot.” He gave me a pointed look, but the smile stil