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Jennifer

“Typically, muscle soreness fades within about six weeks. Since, he hasn’t suffered major injuries so he'll be fine. I have taken a look at his X-rays and they seemed pretty good,” The doctor adjusted his glasses as he looked at Mr. Reynolds reports on his computer. “Although we still need to take a look at his CT scan results.”

After I made sure Mr. Reynolds’ all other tests—other than CT scan whose result isn't out yet but we’ll get it soon—were alright with non-severe injuries and they will keep him for observation for some time, I thanked the doctor wholeheartedly.

He needs to take rest for now. When I pulled open the door to his hospital room, he was sitting on a hospital bed with an IV attached to his wrist and a few wires leading to a heart monitor. His face instantly lit up upon seeing me, “Where have you been? I was waiting for you. Did the nurse not inform you that I was asking for you?” He expressed as his gaze traveled the length of me.

He asked that nurse to call me? Isn't it obvious that she would never pass on that information considering her interest in him.

He tried to get up but I stopped him as I reached his side. “Take some rest. I was getting my hand bandaged.” I showed it to him as I took a seat on the chair beside his bed.

“You shouldn’t have tried that hard to open the car door. You got hurt in the process.” He said taking my hand in his to have a closer look. It was a simple act of checking up the bandage but enough to spike up my heartbeat that I wondered if he could hear it too.

He did the unthinkable. He placed his gorgeous lips on my hand & kissed my bandaged hand tenderly.

Thud.
Thud.
Thud.

Only for him. My heartbeat only spikes up when he is closer. No one had this effect on me before.

I was thankful that it wasn’t me with her heart rate showcasing on a monitor or otherwise he would instantly get to know the effect he has on me.

I took my hand out of his hold and stretched it behind my chair. Can’t let him see the effect he has on me. I don't think it's a crush anymore. It’s something far greater than that. I not only care about him but I want him in an entirely different kind of way. Like for a lifetime.

“I would do it again in a heartbeat. And you stay clear of trucks. You see a giant vehicle making its way towards you, you drive fast. I don’t care if you end up getting a speeding ticket. Is that clear?” I questioned, raising my eyebrow, determined to sway him if he refuses to agree.

He chuckled, “Are you that worried about me?” His eyes literally sparkled and I had the urge to lean forward and cup his face with my good hand. I brushed the thought aside and started to count to three & think about my father’s office painting in order to distract & restrain myself.

I tucked a stray hair away with the back of my hand before saying, “Obviously, I care about you. And I think you should spend at least two weeks here to make sure you recover well. Don’t even think about coming to the college in your condition in case you get discharged early,

“Although I doubt the number of people you've recently added to your fan club... would allow that.” I muttered the last part under my breath.

“Fan club?” He appeared perplexed, “What are you talking about? Is it about the Instagram thing you showed me in the morning? I’ll report that account like I said.” He smiled oddly, shaking his head.

“I'm talking about the doctors, nurses and patients.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“What?!” He seemed genuinely shocked.

“Wow! You don’t even know that you have been collecting fans like collecting coins in Subway Surfers.” I sighed. He’s gorgeous so of course people would be interested. They are always interested. Even in college, the majority of girls have a crush on him. So it's not new. So why am I getting mad? Nothing’s new. Yes, nothing’s new.

I shouldn’t be upset.
I shouldn’t think about it.
I shouldn’t be jealous.
I shouldn’t be going out with him for that matter.

But I am here because I can’t resist the urge to pass on the opportunity to spend the entire day with him even though I convinced myself it’s only because I wanted to visit the Adventure park.

Let’s admit it.

I like him a lot.
I like to talk to him.
I like his smile.
I like his laugh.

I like the way he makes me feel.
I like the comfort of his touch.
I like how he told me about his family.
I like how he gently holds my hand.

I like how he always makes sure that I'm okay.
I like that he wanted to see me after his check ups were done.

Maybe I'm in...

“Are you listening?” Mr. Reynolds’ voice brought me out of my spiraling thoughts.

“What?” I touched my face only to find it hot, so hot.

“I don’t care about others. My only concern is you.” He then lovingly moved my fake bangs away from my eyes. I gulped. Those words are romantic as hell.

“I need to use the washroom. I’ll be back.” I haphazardly stood up from my seat turning Mr. Reynolds serene expression to a perplexed one.

Once I stood inside the washroom I realized with utmost certainty that I am in love with Mr. Ryan Reynolds. I don’t remember the exact moment when I developed these strong feelings for him but it's like I am frozen in an iceberg and the only way to melt me out of it is Mr. Reynolds.

I’m in love.
I’m in love.
I’m in love.

I want to dance.
This feeling is beautiful.

He’s a siren’s song & I can’t help but be swayed by it as I walked straight to my damnation knowing fully well that I’ll end up dead once I took a jump in the vast ocean.

Deep down I always knew the possibility of me falling in love with Mr. Ryan Reynolds is greater than Mount Everest itself but I ignored all the signs. And I kept spending time with him either on the pretext of extra study sessions or an outdoor trip to discuss fest details.

As I walked out my eyes settled on the untouched food on his bedside table. “Why haven’t you eaten yet?” I found him giving me a sheepish smile, “It looks bland. So yeah, no thanks.” He straight out refused.

“You need to eat.” I rounded his bed to reach the tray. Once I got a hold of it, I went back to my previous place beside his bed and put the tray on my lap.

Removing the plastic wrap, I put the soup on the spoon and forwarded it in his direction.

He shook his head, making a face of disgust like a child. “Eat.”

“No.” I sighed and proceeded to taste it myself, urging him to join me. It tastes like nothing. I have never eaten such tasteless food before. How did they make it?

“Your turn.” He looked at the spoon for a moment before finally allowing me to feed him. The pattern of alternative eating continued until we finished the soup.

I somehow mustered up the courage to ask him what he meant by ‘he only cares about me’ when the obnoxious nurse entered the scene shutting me up. I checked her name tag, Harper.

“How do you feel?” She tilted her head, seductive smirk plastered on her face & medicines in hand. Is she trying to act coy? She took each step with determination as she approached us like a model would. I can tell that she applied fake lashes before appearing back in here.

“Better. I would like to go home now.” Mr. Reynolds said with a smile. However, his smile is only directed at me, successfully enchanting me with an unspoken spell.

“You cannot.” The nurse said at the same time I blurted, “That’s not up to you.”

“I’m fine. Just neck and back pain.” He stretched his hands but winced afterwards.

“Stop moving! It’ll only cause you more pain.” I ordered him while a ghost of a smile appeared on his face.

“Are you sure that you don’t have a headache?” Harper questioned as she handed him medicines, purposefully brushing her fingers to his hand. How pathetic! Or am I being mean to her for no reason? Why am I sounding so bitter to my own ears? Gosh, I need to take a nap. Mr. Reynolds doesn't seem to be interested in her. Yes, that's right. It's late. I'm exhausted.

“Bearable.” He muttered and pulled his hand back like her touch pained him. God, I smiled internally. Now that I know for sure he isn't interested in her it's like—free entertainment.

“That won't cut it.” I muttered under my breath but he heard it.

“What do you like to eat? I can arrange it secretly just for you.” Harper said flirtatiously, completely ignoring his disinterest. I narrowed my eyes wondering if she's talking about food or something else.

“What—” I was cut off, “I have your discharge papers.” A man, appearing to be in his late twenties interrupted the ongoing conversation as he entered the room. His announcement made an appearance of a scowl on Harper’s face. However, the said man paid no heed to her and walked in as if he owned the hospital.

Suddenly, I feel nervous. Is he Mr. Reynolds friend or someone from his family? I know he has a sister. His family won't be happy to find him here with one of his students.

“Thanks, Chris!” Mr. Reynolds seemed satisfied.

“My bad, I almost forgot, Happy Birthday, Ryan.” Mr. Reynolds nodded in his direction.

“IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY?” I shrieked. “Why didn’t you tell me? I feel bad for keeping you away from your friends and family. Oh my god! So those Adventure Park tickets were your birthday present?” I'm so confused at the moment. He spent his birthday with me? Why? I noticed Chris' curious eyes settled on me.

“You went to the Adventure Park! That too with a woman. Dude, I thought you said you were recently in some kind of no dating era or something.” He opened the door and gestured to Harper to get out of the room. So she walked out in frustration.

Recently. So he had girlfriends in the past. Well, obviously! How could he not have any girlfriend? Not everyone’s dating life is as bland as you or better yet non-existent.

“Shut it for now.” Mr. Reynolds said while I could still pick up some silent conversation going on between the two of them through their eyes.

“Hey! He's not gonna introduce me properly so let me handle it myself. I'm Chris Edwards. His best friend since middle school. I even helped in setting up a dating app specifically for him, played his wingman but he didn't bother to tell me he has a girlfriend now.” He gave a side eye to Mr. Reynolds before forwarding his hand in my direction which I shook.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Jennifer Winget. I'm not his girlfriend. I'm his...” I scratched my head as I gave Mr. Reynolds a look to ask if it's alright for me to tell him the truth.

Mr. Reynolds, recognizing my worry, said in my stance, “She’s an acquaintance.”

An acquaintance? Not even a friend huh? I thought he cared about me.

It.
hurts.
So.
Bad.

I shouldn’t be thinking about it. I’m his student anyway. It wouldn't bring anyone anything other than concern if they get to know that a student & professor are hanging out outside of the college premises.

I returned my attention back to Mr. Reynolds who was already looking at me with something akin to worry in his eyes, “Happy Birthday!” I exclaimed with minimal enthusiasm as I could muster after the acquaintance remark. Afterall, I can't be too cheerful if I'm only an acquaintance in Chris’ eyes.

“Thank you.” Mr. Reynolds uttered before ordering Chris to collect all his test results who willingly accepted & took his leave.

“I still think you should spend at least a week here.” I muttered.

“Don't worry, Chris is a doctor. I’ll be more at peace at home anyway.” I nodded in understanding.

I should give him something before the clock ticks midnight. How ironic that it was him who gifted me something on his own birthday. Why didn’t he tell me? Did he feel obligated to accompany me since I wanted to visit the Adventure Park badly?

“I enjoyed my birthday, truly.” Mr. Reynolds said sincerely, casting all the negative thoughts away at once. I'm amazed at how easily he could tell what is bothering me at the moment.

“Thank you for saying that and as for your present, just give me a minute,” I pulled out my notepad and started writing the required things, then handed it to him, “here, your birthday present.” I smiled at his eagerness to see what I wrote on it.

“A Birthday Special Coupon?” Mr. Reynolds smiled widely as he continued, “I, Jennifer, hereby declare that I shall grant one of Mr. Reynolds wishes at any given point in the future without any second thoughts. Although to keep it fair, the coupon is only valid for a year,

“Please keep in mind that the wish granter is still in college with multiple assignments piling up her desk every week so your wish might take a few business days to get fulfilled after request is placed. So it is advisable for the receiver to remain patient for the pre-grant wish period.” He looked at me gratefully before adding, “God, Jennifer, I love you.” Time stopped, my breathing hitched & I felt a serious case of heart attack coming up.

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