Non Verbal

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"Hi, I am here to visit a patient," I say quietly to the receptionist.

This place was bougie.

Like money on money bougie. I looked around, it didn't seem like a hospital. It was sleek, but not sterile in the slightest.

The lady nods. "Who are you visiting Sweet, do they know you're coming? I haven't seen your face before."

I shake my head. "Oh, no I haven't come before. I am here to drop of this for Rowan Carter?" I say and lift my hand, showing her the little basket of treats mum and I made for him this morning. My mum told me a little about him, she somehow knew a lot.

The receptionist with dark red hair sweeps a loose strand behind her ear and she types something into her computer.

"Does he know you're coming?"

I swallow a little nervously. "Nope."

She nods. "What's the contents of the basket? Can I search through?"

"Yeah of course." I slide it over the counter to her and she stands, pulling apart the contents carefully.

"Sorry we don't do this to intrude, but we need to make sure it's safe."

I nod. " No worries."

"What's your relationship?"

"Huh?"

"With Mr Carter."

"Oh. Oh. Um."

She looks up at me.

I get the gist that 'I am the stranger across the train platform' would not be sufficient to grant me access. I smile at her, brightly, trying to daze. 

"Friend. My mother called, Mrs Richardson, she asked permission to send the basket."

"Oh, oh yeah." She smiles. "Lottie right?"

"That's it." I return the warmth and look around again.

It seemed awfully quiet. I don't know what I was expecting. Okay, I know a little what I was expecting. Media really does make these places out to be places of horror. Like I always remember shutter island, or like pretty little liars when Spencer and pretty much everyone was locked up in that place, oh and American Horror Stories.

Goodness.

It was a lot more peaceful than I anticipated I guess.

"Okay, Rowan's other friend is actually visiting him right now. I assume you might know him, Sutton? Yeah?"

I nod.

I don't, obviously, I don't.

What was I doing here?

It's okay, I can literally just deliver the basket, say I hope he is feeling better and then go back out to the car.

Dad was waiting outside.

He said he wasn't going to come in with me, which I thought was slightly mean. But I understood, I guess.

The lady approves the basket, and she tells me the direction to go, giving me a visitor badge and tells me that they are out in the garden, and to just ask one of the members of staff if I can't find them.

I am not even sure if I remember what he looks like.

I can't even communicate with him. Oh goodness, well I assume his friend could maybe help. I don't know, I wrote a note in the basket as well so that should be okay. He can read that.