

Hawk Johnson(M) and Carly Summers(F)
The young pale man trotted down the white, linoleum hallway, his eye's squinting lightly at the harshly bright lights. He should be used to walking down this now too familier haunt, but it always such a suprise. Hawk felt as if he was to young to be visiting this place everyday, unless a relative were to live here. But, it was growing on him. To keep his spirits up, he twirled the white and red rose, that looked as if an excited thirteen year old had tie-dyed it. As this thought cause him to chuckle, he passed a short, stocky nurse, who smiled at him happily. "You're in a good mood today, Hawk." The male returned the kind gesture with a soft nod. He continued on, his feet following the path he had followed for the past three years.
There it is. Room 127, in dull white writing. The door was decorated slightly, with a dry eraseboard that was covered in smilies and hearts. He grinned at the new one, that was a peace sign in te shape of a heart. Admiring the work for a few minutes more, the man twisted the brass knob and entered the room.
The room was the same as yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. Actually, it'd looked this way when he had volunteered to visit this patient every day. As he entered, a small figure sat up in it's bed. The black haired girl had an unusual grin on her face, as if someone had told her a joke she couldn't forget. "Good afternoon, Carly." Her purple gaze fluttered slightly, as if struck by a sudden memory. But no, she had probably just woken up.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Johnson." She replied softly, her hand absentmindedly twirling her necklace charm between her fingertips. It was in the shape of the red bow with white polka dots. Next to it was a small tag, like a price tag, that had her initials on them. The girl, who was twenty two, now had some color to her usually pale cheeks. In this place, you weren't outside much. "May I ask who that pretty flower is?"
Hawk grinned playfully, his gaze up at the chipping ceiling. "Oh, I don't know." He looked back, greenish-blue eyes sparkling with humor. "Would you know anyone who would be happy to have such a colorful bloom?" The girl giggled, hand covering her mouth, like t was inappropriate. "Oh, maybe the pretty girl with unusual purple eyes?"
That set off another fit of giggles. Carly then leaned forward until her stomach laid against her legs, and stretched out a hand. Hawk met her and put the stem in her hand, closing her delicate fingers around the greeness. She looked up at him gratefully before sitting back up. "Thank you." She mumbled softly. Then the girl lifted the delicate petals closer to her nose, inhaling the intoxicating scent. "These have always been my favorite." She then looked up at him with a slightly deeper blush. "Not that you'd know."
Actually, he did. But he didn't tell her that. So Hawk strode across the room and sat next to her, a smile playing on his lips. "So, what did you do today?" As her eye's lit up and she launched into an excited tone, Hawk twirled the ring that was tight around the finger that shared it's name. As he did this, he also watched the diamond on her finger, glimmering as she motioned with her hands happily. I wish-
"Don't cha think?" Obviously, he had a blank look. "That I should've won the card game!" Hawk nodded and she shook her head, as if disappointed. "You all are the same!"
"What, devilishly handsome? Or, like you, extremely beautiful?"
The small girl's face turned to red. She looked down, fingers tracing the rose's petals nervously. He knew she wanted to say something. Just not that she would admit them. "Mr. Johnson, I'm married. You were the one who told me that." Her purple eyes suddenly burned into his. "And you have a wife." Hawk nodded softly. "Which you should get back too. She probably doesn't like you flirting with other woman, especially a 'beautiful' one."
Hawk nodded before quickly stealing a kiss on her cheek. And before she could read him the riot act, he'd run out of the room. Carly shook her head before laying back on her bed, flipping through channels at a fast pace. Boring, old, news...
Hawk walked down the hallway, a smile on his face as he stared at the cracks in the tile. He twirled his wedding ring again, the ceremony itself coming to mind. The happy faces, the beautiful bride, the roses that showered them afterwards. And he'd never forget those one of a kind eyes sparkling as she slipped the golden ring onto his finger. Not that she remembered him. After the accident, everything left as soon as it came. But progress had been made.
She remembered my name for the first time...