4.

Grace opened her eyes slowly, and a white bright light blinded her for three solid seconds. She closed her eyes tightly after and blinked it open again, her eyes adjusting to the light. 

She looked above her, and then she tried moving her head around to see where she was. She didn't have to though, if her senses had picked up on the beeping sound that came from a hospital monitor. 

She was in a hospital, a hospital a stranger had brought her in on the first day in town. 

Fuck! What was she going to do now? She was going to have to leave here and go somewhere else. It was either that or risk being known by other people. 

Too much was at stake here already to be discovered. She had been exposed to people noticing her and that was the last thing she wanted. 

She was worried a lot about a lot of things, and how to get out of there without being noticed, get to her car, and get out of town were at the top of the priority list. 

Looking from left to right, there was no one there in the room with her, which was good. She looked at the door to see it opened and she saw some people walking past it, people she assumed were nurses and doctors because of the scrubs they were wearing, she also saw people who were probably there for their loved ones too.

All of that didn't matter, except they aided in a way for her to get of out here smoothly. 

She pushed up on her elbows, pushing up slowly and carefully, but even at that, there was a light ringing in her ear, a ringing that was probably due to the medicine she had been given. 

She could see an IV attached to her, but she would have to remove that as soon as she was all set to bolt. First, she had to map out her plan. 

She laid back down and started to think of the best possible way when she heard a light knock on the opened door. Looking up slowly, she saw that it was the man from earlier, with another man, a doctor probably, wearing a white jacket over his scrubs. 

The man from earlier was wearing a pair of green scrubs, with a green scrub cap designed with little white and blue diamonds. She frowned at his attire, realizing he worked here, perhaps as a nurse. 

The other man was wearing blue scrubs with a white jacket on top, and a blue stethoscope around his neck. He had a small smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. 

The man from earlier walked toward her, with the man with him behind him. 

“Hey, miss!” he said as he neared her, his huge hand picking hers and holding it in his two hands, covering her own completely. She remembered this touch, the one that made her feel safe earlier. It must be the man that had carried her and brought her here. He must have been around to see what had happened and helped. 

How though? 

How could a man like this, huge and over six feet, handsome as if he was some model be a nurse? That was the last thing she would have thought he would do, so she was surprised. 

“How do you feel now?” The coffee shop man asked.

Nodding slightly, she mouthed the word fine, not quite able to talk very well. It wasn't until that moment that she realized her throat was a little painful. 

But, that wasn't her problem now, not at all, it wasn't. Her plan to get the heck out of here was being ruined slowly. 

"Huh, what's your name?” he asked and she jolted out of her thought. 

With a small frown, she realized that even the familiar face she had seen here wasn't so familiar. She had, after all, only met him in the town, just this morning. 

“My name is Grace!” she bit out forcefully against her painful throat. "Grace Donovan.” She said. 

“Ms. Donovan. I'm Dr. Roberts, but you can call me Noah. My colleague right here,” he paused, turning over his shoulder at his waist to look at the doctor behind. "is Dr. Gavin.” He finished. 

Grace pushed her eyebrows up in surprise. Oh, wow! He wasn't a nurse but a doctor. She had only been confused because of the different colors in shrubs and the white doctor jacket he wasn't wearing. 

Dr. Gavin came forward still with a smile on his face and then he said. "You're okay now, Ms. Grace, but you need to hold on for interrogation before you are discharged.” 

Right before he opened his mouth, all Grace was worried about was the payment of the bill. She had at that moment, realized that she didn't have her bag on her. She had left it in her car, unlocked, and that was where half of all her money was stashed. 

When she had left home, she had made sure to withdraw all of her money, grabbed her jewelry; the ones she would have to sleep if she wanted a house, and her basic needs, and she had kept them all in her suitcase, locked, but she had kept half of the money in her bag for easy access. The only problem was that she wasn't sure it all hadn't been tampered with and carted away, including her car, because she had left the car keys in the ignition. 

How hard can it be to get a cup of coffee and leave to find a hotel? But she had ended up in the hospital. 

How stupid of her. 

And now, she heard this from the doctor about an interrogation. She was doomed