" you do love her a lot, don't you?" a whisper spoke out to me from a short distance. I somehow knew who and what the whisper was asking about.
"yes, I do," I started to slowly walk and feel around this dusty room, trying to figure out why I was here, " why are you asking? who are you?" I placed my hand to a small corner table, I think, so I began to look around.
"who cares? you certainly do." the whisper slowly turned into a mischievous chuckle.
"where is she?" I slightly panicked.
" she's somewhere, I don't remember. probably glued to you and Brooks." I could hear a rustle of paper or something and I jerked my head in that direction then quickly back infront of me.
"leave him out of it! whats wrong with her, is she sick?" my breaths got a bit heavier.
" of sorts. shes pretty much empty," there was a small sigh,"poor girl, but too bad"
"what do you mean? where is she?" my eyes widend just enough to cause the voice a fuss then I got a good grip on the table.
"don't get worried, she'll be alright soon," I saw a blurred figure," just don't get worried or youll mess It up Hope." it took me to understand what the voice was telling me.
" Mr. Hope." the voice was taunting me- I gripped the sides of my chair and screamed and looking infront of me seeing her still on the white hospital bed as a nurse kindly walked up to me,
" good morning sir."