Tangled Love

CHAPTER 91

"Bacon sandwich please, white bread and plenty of ketchup."

I hand over the exact change and take a seat in the hospital cafe as I wait for my order. Emily squeezing my hand had motivated me and it's like I had gotten a little ounce of my spark back. I'd realised how hungry I am and finally gave in to my rumbling stomach. I pull out my phone and add Tobias, Mum, Ivory, Trish and Aunt Myra to a conversation before texting them all.

Emily squeezed my hand today. The doctor's said it was good news but we shouldn't get our hopes up. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I send the text and took a gulp from my coffee, grateful for the instant jolt it gives me. I need caffeine and lots of it. When I told the doctor about Emily's progress, he warned me not to be hopeful as her hand moving could just be a reflex of her nerves.

I refuse to believe him, she'd squeezed my hand when I asked her to. Even if the doctors have given up on her, I haven't. For the first time in what feels like forever, I'm hopeful for the future. I smile and thank the cafe owner as she places the plate down in front of me, the glorious smell wafting in the air.

I've just picked up one half of the sandwich when a blonde sits in the chair opposite me on my table. She smirks at me flirtatiously before speaking —

"Manners and cute? Where have you been all my life?"

Her voice is squeaky, high and completely artificial. From the looks of her, she is too. Her face is covered in an inch of thick makeup, five shades darker then her actual skin tone. She wears black eyelashes stacked ontop of her real ones and I lift my eyebrow at her, putting my sandwich back down.

I sigh, feeling annoyed that I'd been interrupted from eating this glorious bacon sandwich. My stomach rumbles loudly, filling in the silence between us and she giggles, nodding towards me.

"Hungry?" She asks, not taking notice of my facial features at all. If she had, she'd know I'm not interested at all, I'm practically scowling at the girl.

"I'm not interested." I respond bluntly, picking my sandwich back up and finally taking a large bite from it. I groan quietly as the taste finally fills my mouth and take another bite, not caring if I look like a starved caveman right now. I finally understand why Emily moans when she eats when food tastes this damn good.

The blonde appears taken aback from my words and I have to stop my eyes from dramatically rolling as I realise she isn't used to being turned down. What she's doing in a hospital cafe completely baffles me.

In the past, I would have probably played along and flirted back. Maybe even shared a kiss or two. . . eventually I'd give her my number which was in fact the number for a random pizza place.

All that was in the past now, I'm not interested in anyone beside Emily. She completely ignores my words and one of her hands rest on my arm suggestively. She strokes my skin and my eyes snap towards it.

Does this girl not get it?

What part of I'm not interested does she not understand?

"Aren't you Jake Melvin?" she purrs, getting closer to me. I can smell her sickly sweet perfume, the kind that makes you gag when it hits the back of your throat.

"Nope," I lie. I hastily move my arm away and continue to eat my sandwich which funnily enough is so much more interesting than her. She giggles childishly at my response, taking it as a joke and I raise my brow at her ignorance.

She leans forward once again, completely invading my personal space and whispers seductively in my ear. I choke on my bacon sandwich at her words and gently push her back away from me whilst trying not to have a coughing fit. Funnily enough, I'm in the right place if I so happen to die from choking on bacon. Death by bacon.

What a legendary way to leave this world.

"What do you say?" She purrs, smirking at me and I sigh dramatically before turning towards her.

"Look, I'm here to enjoy a simple bacon sandwich. I'm shattered and my girlfriend is lying upstairs in a coma. The last thing I need right now is to be doing 'that' with you." I tell her bluntly, making sure she understood my words.

I can hear a few sniggers around me and I smile tightly at her before downing the last of my coffee, scraping the chair back and standing up. Her face is priceless, she looks embarrassed and from the blush creeping up her cheeks, I'd say my guess is right. I chuckle quietly, thanking the cafe worker again before heading back to Emily's room.

Some people just have no shame.