You, The theatre girl fall asleep when you're sick and wake up to the hockey player taking care of you.

You wake up to him sitting next to where you laying, reading one of your romance books to pass the time while you're asleep. He bought you medicine, feeds you soup, does everything he can for you.

You watch a show together, and afterward, you're so tired you can't keep your eyes open anymore. "Hey, you awake?" he whispers. He nudges you gently.

You're still awake but too tired to respond; besides, you figure you'll be asleep in seconds. He sighs, thinking you can't hear.

"I just wish you'd give us a chance," he says like a lament. You know he's into you and has been since you met, but you've had bad experiences with hockey players like him and don't want to get hurt again.

"I know you think I'm nothing but a player," he says, "and I guess I am—well, was. It's not like I've been with a girl since I met you." You can't process what you're hearing. He hasn't been with a girl since you met months ago?

"Oh well," he sighs. "Sure can't get you out of my mind, and I sure don't want to even if I could."

"I'd rather keep waiting for you then be with anyone else" He said