Amber's pov

I opened my eyes and saw the white ceiling.

I just woke up from a bad dream?

I felt droplets steaming down my face.

Is it sweat?

But wae only on my face and not my neck?

I wiped the presumingly sweat off my face and upon touching them, there were still warm.

I turned around, found myself lying on a bed in unfamiliar place. I am wearing a pair of  white matching clothes that seemed to be for patient that just came out of operation room. Then something on my right moved. I giraffed my neck to it and my heart skipped a beat!

That something is really a thing!

A living thing!!

A human being!!!

A female!!!

And a very gorgeous thing!!!!

She has long blonde wavy hair that fells from her crown, high forehead, piecing cat eyes, long golden eye lashes, pointed elegant nose and kissable provocative pinkish lips that just pouted and wet them in her sleep!

I gulped down an imaginary lump in attempting to pump more air into my lacking oxygen body. Hopefully it will be transport to my brain so that it will function and not just stare at the irresistible creature sleeping next to me with her head resting on the same bed that I am lying on! I was still admiring that face, debating if that face is an angel’s face from the heaven or a princess’s face in a far far away land when my eyes saw a pair of brown orbs looking at me.

Such captivating pair of eyes!

She is such an enchanting creation!

How can there be such a perfect beautiful being?

An angelic concerning voice broke my dreamily state. “Am, you have woken up? How are you feeling? Pain anywhere? ”

The angel then sat up right with perfect posture, cupped my face anxiously and checked on me. Her hands were warm and my heart felt that and agreed with it too. She looked really thrilled while examining me. I took the chance to gawk at her close up. I saw her pale, tear stained face, light dark circles and blood shot strained eyes .

Did she stay up late to watch over me sleeping last night?

Did she just fall asleep?

Did she cry?

And over the night?

Are the sweats actually her tears?

That same angelic spoke again, “Are you ok, Am?”

My face blushed and I answered, “Yes, I'm fine, fit as an ox!” I then hit myself like a King Kong. She smiled like a f