In Your Time

"I already told you what happened, dad," Braden jumped in. George finished listening to my heart and lungs before he put the stethoscope around his neck. He looked to his son with a small smirk. "It's not an interrogation, Braden. I'm just checking her memory since she's had amnesia before," George explained.

"I don't really remember," I said hesitantly.

"Braden said you went into some rough waters at the party and got banged up against some rocks. Luckily there was no water residing in your lungs and they got you out in time, but still, your torso was probably already a little sensitive," George explained. I wanted to sigh in relief but I held it in. At least Braden covered for me.

"You'll have to stay here for at least a week for us to monitor your ribs and it's healing process. Braden, you seem anxious to stay. I'll call your mother and tell her to inform the school that you'll both be out for the rest of this week," George said before he left the room.

"What day is it?" I asked Braden.

"Wednesday. Although it wouldn't be the first time you've jumped through time," he joked. I caught myself rolling my eyes.

"I see you've adjusted quickly," I muttered.

"To be honest, I saw you disappear the first time in the school nurse's office. I knew something was up back then, but you looked so nervous I would ask questions, so I left it alone," he admitted. I was kind of surprised that he kept it a secret for so long. He knew something was up the whole time.

"Is that why you started worrying about me?" I asked. He sighed and stood before he placed a fleeting kiss on my forehead. It made my heart flutter.

"I started worrying way before then. I protected you because I care about you," he said sweetly. He sat back down and held my hand in his. I couldn't help staring at our hands. I moved to pull my hand away but he held it tightly.

"I don't care how you came to me. I'm just glad you did. I'm trying to say that I like you," he said. The heart rate monitor embarrassingly sped up as I stared at our hands. Braden chuckled as his thumb rubbed the back of my hand.

"Did that speed up because you were scared or excited?" He asked. I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment.

"How could you say that so bluntly?" I stuttered as he laughed. I winced as the pain started again.

"Okay, okay. I'll sit quietly for now and just watch over you. Talking puts you in pain, so I won't make you answer... for now," he smirked. In truth, I liked him too, but there were so many other factors to consider. How much would it change the future if I gave in to my own feelings? Even if we did start dating, what would happen if I got pulled back? Would he remember me? Would I remember him? If we just so happened to meet in the future, what would happen then?☐☐☐☐☐☐☐