Jared asks you out on a date.

You don’t have to wait long though, because soon Jared is giving you another charming grin and asking you, “Well, since you’re feeling better now, maybe we could celebrate? Are you out of here today? I’m happy to pay for dinner at this place I know.”

The questions come one after another, and you struggle to answer them as they come. “A celebration would be nice, but I’m not being released for another few days.” You didn’t have an exact date yet, it’s the best answer you can give.

The response doesn't seem to perturb Jared in the slightest, and he hands you a slip of paper. “Here’s my number, give me a call the day you’re out, and I’ll show you a great time.” Then, he gets up and moves closer, and before you can do anything about it, he kisses your cheek.

Before you know it, he’s gone, and you’re left with a warm feeling inside. Why...why hadn’t you stopped him? After all, it wasn’t like you were planning on actually taking him up on the offer. Despite thinking that to yourself, you do make sure to take the slip of paper back with you to your room.

The next few days fly by, but in the end it’s clear that you’re perfectly healthy. Well, a perfectly healthy young woman, so it’s not all great news. You’re given a clean bill of health, new legal documents that reflect your new body, and your old personal effects. None of the clothes fit, so you’re **** to leave the hospital in some of Katie’s clothes, some jeans and a blouse.

You’re a free man, in a manner of speaking, once more. Part of you actually wants to call Jared, if only because he’s the only person outside of the hospital who has any connection to you in your new body, even if that would mean a date. After all, you have self-control, you’d make sure it wouldn’t go anywhere.