/Amber's pov/
“Mike, I can’t guarantee something that I have no control over,” I taunted, still chuckling. He groaned and leaned forward, kissing me tenderly, sending my body on fire. He drew back as the curtain opened and a doctor stepped in.
“Oops, sorry. Shall I come back later?” the doctor said, chuckling. I chuckled, ashamed to have been spotted making out in a hospital.
“Yeah, could you give us five minutes?” Mike joked, making the man laugh. He gripped my hand firmly while the Doctor peered in my eyes and examined my head, jotting on his paper.
“So, you passed out, Amber, have you been feeling well today? Has anything that you shouldn't have taken gotten into your system?" he inquired, his gaze a bit suspiciously fixed on me.
"Is it anything like drugs or whatever?" I was taken
