As I opened his room's doors, I was greeted by his warm green eyes and a big smile. He knew I was coming; he felt me as I felt him. We both didn't know why, but there was a pull. I tried so much not to give in, but I sighed in relief when I saw that he was fine. I was too tired to fight back this pull. I smiled back at him and went to his bedside.
When I saw him, all the anger and humiliation that I felt just went away. I didn't know why he had this effect on me, but at that moment, I was glad about it.
-How are you feeling?- He asked; I could hear in his voice that he was worried. He was sitting in bed, leaning on pillows.
Ben took me by surprise.
-You were hooked to a breathing machine, and you are asking how I am feeling?- I sat next to his bed and asked in disbelief.
He laughed
