Lover

Interested

I messaged Jaz in the ambulance a while ago, but with her being super busy with the fundraiser, she only saw the text now. She and El will meet me here at the hospital in half an hour. So I've been sitting inside the boy's ward for the past hour while his mother is gone in for surgery.

I turned my phone back on and see a few texts from Tom, asking about what happened and if I was okay. I mean he was probably worried after he heard the crash without any proper explanation so I give him a quick summary of what happened. Soon after I send the last message, I hear a groan from the bed next to me. I put away my phone and quickly press the assistance button. I go to his side and check his temperature and his pulse. I know I shouldn't because- well I don't work here and I'm not even qualified yet, but everything seems to be fine so far. The nurses walk in and repeat the procedure. They inform me that he still has a mild concussion and would also have to keep him here for a couple days until full recovery.

-"Where's my mum?" The boy, with many casts and bandages around his body, asks. I offer a smile. He's scared. Obviously. He's been in an accident, he doesn't know where he is, he's alone with a stranger, his parents aren't here.
Wait. Where's his dad? He should be here with him, not me. Not that I mind. Does he even have a dad?
-"Where's my mum?" He says a bit louder.
Should I be honest? I wouldn't want to lied to in a situation like this. He's a kid, he shouldn't have to worry. But Id rather have him know what's going on, than stressing and thinking the worst outcomes of the situation.
"I- She- your mum is in the ER. They are preforming surgery on her."
-"Will she be okay?" He asks in a whisper.
How do I answer that? False hope? Brutal honesty? Maybe somewhere between those two?
I let out a deep sigh.
"The accident was- it was very serious. That's why your mum has been in there so long. But the doctors are trying their best to fix her right back up! Everything will be fine."
I hope.
He looks disappointed, but still hopeful, and then a silence befalls the room.
-"Who are you?" He asks, his youthful voice is somewhat more relaxed.
I smile a bit realising that we haven't acquainted yet.
"Oh, I'm the one that helped you and your mom out the car, I'm Alia."
-"A-LI-A" he repeats phonetically.
"What's your name?"
-"My name is William. My friends call me Will."
"What should I call you?" His eyebrows furrowed so close together they form a unibrow. He seems to be giving this a lot of thought, but I got an answer soon enough.
-"Will."
I chuckle lowly at the 8-10 year old.
"Nice to meet you, Will."
He returns a slight smile with a nod.

The nurses come back and give him some morphine which almost instantly puts him back to sleep.

Jazmin and Eliott finally arrive at the hospital.
And I took some time to get myself something to eat. Unfortunately, I remembered that i don't like hospital food so i just got myself some water and crisps from the vending machines. Jaz suggested i go home and get some rest since Nurse Lewis told us that they have the receptionist contacting Will's dad right now, so thats some good news for now. However, i do feel kind of responsible because Will's mom looked me dead in the eye, with so much of fear and despair and hope, to keep her son safe. I intend to keep my word.

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"What do you mean he refused come?!"
I slam my palm against the receptionist's desk and he takes a step back in shock, clutching a clipboard and pressing it to his chest. Eliott was standing next to me obliviously, too busy devouring a chocolate bar to care. I immediately feel bad and utter a sorry, while rubbing the area on the desk that I slammed- as if it even feels pain.
I reposition my hands to my sides and breathe in a few times, to recollect myself.
"Why isn't he coming?"
-"H-he- I don't think he's interested..." he looks down, "He said that he wasn't involved in the accident, so it has nothing to do with him."

huh-?

He could see it on my face, and he gave me a weary look. If you could see my expression right now, you would understand, how utterly flabbergasted i was at that bullshit excuse of a father.
The receptionist, whose name tag read Armen, opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again after a few seconds. He's choosing his words...

-"Plus he's in Los Angeles at the moment..."
Armen was waiting for my outburst this time but much to his relief, it never came.
I'm not angry at him or his desk, so why should they have to bear the burden of my scowls? My scowls are directed at Will's unapologetically selfish father.
I took another deep breath. Put on the fakest smile i could, and in a high pitched voice, i used my words to express my emotions.
"Fuck him then," I swiftly turned back around and stepped briskly towards Will's room. Eliott watched me storm off and soon followed but not before I hear him ask Armen:
--"She's single, you know."
-"Oh uh, shes great but I don't swing that way."
--"Oh- I'm sing-"
-"Not interested."

A.N.
I'm sorry but do you guys actually want more of this ? I haven't written anymore chapters in months, this was the last one in my drafts and honestly i forgot how the story was supposed to go on after this... I was actually gonna delete this entire account 😀 so stay safe besties this is the last last- this story is officially discontinued.