I had to step out of the room for the surgical part. It was pretty gnarly. All I saw was the doctor giving him the laughing gas and putting him under. After about 40 minutes the doctor said it was okay for me to walk back in.

"Hey Hunter. How ya doing?"

"How am I doing? I'm doing great. I'm doing fantastic. I'm doing grantastic!" He said while slurring his words.

"Aw, did the bad bad men in the white coats drug you?" I said playfully.

"Heyyyyy they aren't bad guysss. No one bad gives you stuff that makes you feel this good!" I giggled at him. "I feel like i'm floating." He smiled and all of his bloody gauze showed.

"You look like your having fun Hunter. Maybe i'll fake some pain and say I need my wisdom teeth removed soon too."

"Noooooo. Don't do that. That's a very wrong thing to do Cristinaaa. Plus then there would be less for meeee."

I couldn't help but laugh at him once again. "Okay i'm sorry I won't do it." I held my hands up in defense.

"It's okay I forgive you." He gazed at my face for about 5 seconds and blurted out something that made my heart melt. "You have such a beautiful smile. You know that?"

"Awww, these drugs must be strong if they make you compliment me so sincerely."

"No I mean it. You're pretty, and funny, and smart." He paused. What he said next made my heart drop. "It's no wonder I fell so hard for you."

I was speechless. I could barely get words out.

"W-what?"

"I said, 'it's no wonder I fell so hard for you.' Geez Cristina keep up." He started giggling while staring at the ceiling.

This had to be a joke.

"Aw, Shawn. You're so funny. It's just the drugs talking."

"Nahhhhh, i've had had this feeling for a longggggg time. I mean..." He turned back to me and grabbed me by the cheeks. "Who wouldn't fall for this pretty face? I sure as hell did. HA!" I fell silent but Shawn just kept talking. "It started out as what I thought was just a crush, but then it just never went away. And I tried hard to make it go away. I mean I didn't want to make it awkward at all. But since i'm all drugged up now, we will both wake up in a few hours and neither of us will remember a thing! Isn't that great!"

"Yeah, just great." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had to pinch my arm at least three times to make sure this wasn't just a dream.

Pete came back into the room with a clipboard and Shawn sat up and smiled. "HEY LOOK! IT'S MY DOCTA!" He shouted deliriously. "How ya doing buddy?"

Pete laughs and responds. "I'm doing great buddy. How are you feeling?"

"I feel great! But when can I take the gauze out of my mouth? It makes me sound funny when I talk and it makes my face look like a baseball."

"Yeah I know it feels weird and can look a bit funny. But you can take it out in about half an hour."

"WOOHOO!"

Pete turns to me, noticing I still haven't said a word.

"You okay kid?"

"Oh yeah i'm fine." I lied. I wasn't fine. My heart was about to fall out of my ass.

"Okay good." He handed me a prescription bottle from the counter top. "Here are his meds for post-op. The medication instructions are on the side of the bottle." He turns to Shawn. "Shawn, you can take pills right?"

"Why yes I can. I'm the best pill taker in Phili." He said proudly.

"Alright." He reached over and high-fived Shawn like he was a little kid. Normally I would be laughing, but I was still internally panicking. "After the half hour when he takes the gauze out, can you make sure that it's disposed of and he doesn't irritate the surgical wound?"

"Sure."

"And if he complains about any pain, just give him an ice pack or something cold to put on his face."

"Okay."

"Well then, you guys are free to go."

"Oh noooooo, I was having funnnn." Shawn said solemnly.

"It's okay Shawn. You need to go home now."

"Oh alright. Say hi to the kids for me." Pete waved at us and left the room. Shawn turns back to be and smiles. "Finally, alone at last. HAHAHAHA! I'm just kidding!"

I take a big breath in and out.

"Okay Shawn, my dad is probably downstairs by now, which means I have to help you into the elevator."

"You don't need to help me nowhere." He points his finger up in the air. "I...got this!"

He tried to stand up on his own but failed miserably and fell into my arms.

"Yeah yeah. Come on lover boy let's get you home."

I swung his arm so it draped over my shoulder and tried to help him walk to the elevator.

Other than his grunting and giggling, the 15 minute trip to my dad's car was pretty silent. It unfortunately left me alone with my thoughts.

Was that just the drugs? No it couldn't have been. Shawn said he had liked me for a long time.

Why the hell did he tell me that? Duh, Cristina he was on drugs!

More importantly.

What the fuck do I do now?