I walked through the hospital from where I just left Unit 4. I feel like I'm going to throw up, but I'm used to this feeling. I walked past the waiting room and saw two guys sitting in the chairs. One of the guys has long hair and tattoos all over his body. He was holding an ice pack on his long, slender fingers. The other guy had a sleeve of tattoos and he had black hair with blonde in the front and it was all spiked up. He was on his phone. "Cassandra!" I heard one of the nurses call my name. I turned around. "Yes?" I asked her. "You forgot your jacket." She said handing it to me. "Oh thank you." I smiled at her and she nodded. She turned around and walked back to the Unit. I turned back around and the sudden moment made me very nauseous. I put my hand over my mouth and ran into the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet when I started to throw up. I jumped when I felt someone hold my hair for me. I looked up and I was met with warm, brown eyes. He smiled at me and I just turned my head so that I could throw up again. He rubbed my back in soft circles. I got up and he followed my actions. I flushed the toilet and then walked to the sink to clean up my face. I looked into the mirror and saw him leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and watching me. I turned around and looked at him. He walked up to me and stuck out his hand. "Hi, my name is Jaime." He said and I shook his hand. "Cassie." I told him and he smiled at me. "You have a very pretty name." He told me. I blushed. "Thanks." I said and started to walk out of the bathroom. Jaime followed me and I stood outside the bathroom door. "That's Mike over there. He broke his finger while playing drums. He does it all the time." He told me and I nodded my head. I looked over at Mike and waved at him. He smiled and waved back at me. "So, are you sick or something?" Jaime asked me, looking at his shoes. "Um yeah, I guess you could say that." I told him and he nodded. He quickly grabbed my arm and I raised my eyebrow at him. He just grinned to me and I swear he has the best dimples I've ever seen. He pulled out a pen and wrote 'Jaime Preciado' and then his number. "Mike Fuentes." One of the nurses called out and Mike stood up. "Well I guess that's my cue to go. Text me sometime." Jaime smiled to me and walked away. I smiled back and left the hospital, happy to be going home.