I woke up feeling that my chest is panting hard and my head feels like it's too heavy. My eyes slowly open, welcoming rays of sunlight on my right, as my ears hearing some beeps.

I continue to roam my eyes around the four cornered room that was painted with white. Each time i try to move my eyes from one thing to another, it's proving me that i'm in the hospital. The beeps that i am hearing, is surely coming from the machine beside my single bed.

Suddenly, the door opens, revealing Vincent, holding a cup on his hand. I quickly close my eyes, pretending that i'm still not awake. I don't want him to notice me.

As i feel his presence beside me, my breathing almost stop. A sudden rush of feeling came into my senses, it feels so familiar. His fingers softly brush into my left hand as i feel him kiss it softly.

I want to kiss him. I want to hug him. I just want to feel him, but i remember all the things that happened. All the things that he said and did to me, i feel like i'm a trash now.

A tear slip down my eye, i can't stop it, i really can't. I hope he will not notice it, but, i'm wrong cause he did. He softly wipe my cheek, then place a soft kiss on my forehead.

"It's the seventh morning that your here, baby." I heard him stated beside me. It feels like his lips were just few inches away from my ear, cause i can clearly hear his breathing.

As i heard him, i quickly calculated everything in my head. Seventh day? A week in this hospital? A hell week?

"I miss you.. I miss sleeping beside you, i miss everything about you." He murmured with shaky voice. Everything that he is saying, i'm not believing it anymore, because all the things that he have done, it left a scar in my heart.

"Just wake up, cause we need to get married and have kids, remember?" Huh? Is he insane? Is he really talking to me?

"We need to go to your family because they need to meet your fiancé.. I need to meet my in laws, Isabelle." He continue. I think, his crazy. He don't want me, he made it clear to me last time that we talked.

"We still need to go to Justin and Mitch's party, that i still don't know what was that for.. We have many things to do, so please, wake up baby.." I can hear how his voice sounded so hurt. But anger is still filling up my whole, i still don't want to talk to him.

Few minutes later, i give up on pretending that i'm still asleep. I move my fingers first, then my arms, then slowly open my eyes.

"Isabelle? Oh my-- you're awake!" Vincent screamed, it sounded too chick. He quickly press the nurse station button, saying that i'm already awake. And later on, two nurses came, with a doctor, that looks like she's at the same age with my mother.

"Hi Isabelle, i'm Dr. Viel, how are you feeling now?" She chirpily asked me, while clasping her hands. I attempted to talk, but no words were coming out from my mouth. It seems so dry inside my mouth.

"W-w-wat-er." It looks like i'm begging them, but it's the only way i can say it. The nurses behind her, quickly get what i asked for then help me to get up on my bed, then give me the water that i am asking for.

"You feeling a little good now?" I nodded as she asked me. My eyes look around, Vincent is standing beside them, looking at me with that teary eyes. It's fake for me.

"I need to ask you--" The doctor was cut off by a phone that was ringing. Vincent excuse himself, saying that it's an important call.

"Doctor, how many days that i've been here?" I huskily asked, still practicing myself to talk. It's hard, feeling like there's something blocking your throat.

"A week.. Your lucky that your fiancé is not leaving your side, his here since the accident happened.." The doctor continue to tell story about the accident, my fractures and all the good things that Vincent did for me. But then again, it didn't change my mind.

The doctor left with the nurses, saying that they'll be seeing me again for the rounds later. Vincent step inside the room then sit on the stool beside me.

"Isabelle.." He put his hand on top of mine, but i remove my hand under it, then look at him.

"I don't want you here. If my friends can't stay here, it's okay to me, rather than to be with you." I stated. His hand drop on his lap, and his face changed as i said those.

"What are you talking about, Belle?" He murmured

"We both know that we're done. If you want a thank you because you stayed with me for a week, well then, thank you sir for that even if i didn't ask you to do that." I shifted my look to the window on my right. No words can explain how hurt i am now.

"I'm not asking for it. Isabelle, we're not o-" I face my palm on his face, to stop him.

"Let's start with the night that you shouted at me, the morning that you left me and the day that you hook up another girl." I deeply sigh, feeling that i can't breath properly.

"You already told me that i am nothing. So in behalf of being a fake ex girlfriend, Mr. Vincent Watson, sorry for all my mistakes and.. Thank you for all the help." I'm still looking at the window, not even glancing on his way, cause if i do, i might hurt myself.

"If you need those money Sir, that you gave to me, you can get it in my account, your free to do that. Anything else you want Sir?" This is the only way i can, way that i can place myself on the right place.

"Belle, please stop." I shook my head, and remove his hand that he placed again above my hand.

"I'm Isabelle Lauren, and don't call me Belle, we're not close. Remember, i'm just nothing to you?" I softly laugh, as i feel my tummy churn. I want to be strong but inside of me wants to cry, to let out all the hatred and angerness. If i'm not this weak, i think i already hit him.

"Isabelle, listen to me, please." I shook my head again.

"Why are you wasting your time here? Your girlfriend is waiting for you, i'm nothing, so, leave me and don't ever come back." It's for the best Isabelle, i mentally said. Tears forming in my eyes, but i wipe it and remain looking on the window.

"Sir, if you have nothing to say, you may leave or you still need my resignation?" All the kisses that we shared, why is it all coming in my mind now?

Before he can say anything, his mother enter inside the room. Maybe she feel the tension too, because she just give me a small smile and slowly walk towards me.

"How are you, Isabelle?" Juliet softly asked. I turn my attention to her, not on her son, that was sitting on the stool, his forehead on his open palm.

"I'm good now, Mam." I give her a small smile.

"I told you, you can call me Juliet or mo-" I shook my head then sigh.

"Vincent and i were over.." Her face drop as i said those, her mouth formed into an 'o', speechless with what i've said.

"I'll be moving out of his pad and return to my parents' place after my recovery.." She's still not doing any actions and still not talking, so i continue.

"It will be for good mam, your son have his new girlfriend so i need to move out quickly, sorry for this." My voice may not be shaky, but deep inside, it is. I'm talking like it's normal, but it's hard, really hard.

"W-why?" It's the only thing that she can say. Vincent get up from his seat then look at me.

"I don't know Mam, but all i can say is that, i never did any mistakes to your son. I didn't go to him, to beg and explain because it's not my fault." I explained

"I do care about us, even if it looks like not. I want us, i mean, i want more from us." I shrug then look at Vincent.

"I never like someone as much i like your son. His stupid, a cheater, the one who can fool me.." I softly laugh while looking at him.

"Fix this." Juliet softly said, as she holds my hand, squeezing it lightly.

"It will not be fix anymore. The damage has been done, Mam." I smile then shifted my look to Juliet, that looks like she's ready to cry.

"Don't worry about me Mrs. Watson, i will not ask any help from your son after this talk. We all know, that i'm from a poor family, but i'm not going to ask any help about the hospital bills." I deeply sigh again and close my eyes. Why is it so hard?

"I will leave this city as soon as i recover, i just need some of my clothes from your son's pad and after that, i will not intrude on your lives anymore." I want to cry. What am i saying? How can i start?

"I'm not asking you to leave Isabelle, i'm asking you to fix it. Even if you go home to your parents, they will still bring you back here." Juliet calmly said. I ignore it then lay back on the bed. I'm confuse with what she stated, but i let it pass. I just don't care.

I face my back to them. They are still here, and it's annoying, i want them to leave me. I remain silent, silently crying.

"Just tell me if your hungry, honey. I'm just going to call your parents, because they are worried about you." I just nodded my head with what Juliet said. Maybe she got my parents number on my phone? I don't know.

"You can sleep, babe." I remove Vincent's hand on my arm, then slowly turn around to look at him.

"Stop taking care of me, just leave me!" I shouted at him.

"It's okay if you keep on shouting and hit me with foul words, i will accept everything, Isabelle."

"I don't care, just leave!"