𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 | ❝ it's cute that you're afraid of me. ❞ in which jules monroe thinks that there is more to the new kid in west valley then meets the eye. 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐎𝐂
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╔ ——————————————— ╗ CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX "operation: two idiots break into a hospital" ╚ ——————————————— ╝ (aftermath pt. 2)
"DO YOU THINK I could say I'm his cousin or something?"
Johnny didn't even hesitate, his gaze not breaking from the glass doors of the hospital. "No, you're way too pale."
Jules pulled a face, crossing her arms defensively. "Fine, Sherlock Holmes, what's your bright idea?"
The man didn't look too good, the natural sunlights only accentuating his injuries. He was unshaven, and had a black eye rimming his left socket, scrapes on his face as if he had been in another fight. Jules knew better to say something, some things were better left unsaid. He didn't answer, he just began walking into the tall building, giving Jules no choice but to follow.
She had a plan set in mind: she would say her shoulder was hurt, then she'd slip out of her room and find Miguel. Or, she would just try to slip past the clerk without her noticing... how hard could that be? It's not like the woman had eyes on the back of her head.
She kind of looked like she did, though.
"I'm gonna distract the old bat," Johnny began, running a hand over his beard. "And you slip through the door. Got it?"
"Got it," Jules cracked her knuckles. "I'm stealthy as hell."
"That's not true at all, but whatever-" Johnny made his way up to the front desk. Jules hung back, slipping into a chair to try and blend in. She hated the hospital - she hated everything about it. The sterile scent that resided in the air made her eyes water, and the very aura of the place made phantom pain spread up her limbs. She refused to think about that, as her gaze drifted over to Johnny just in time to see him gesture with his fingers.
She jumped up, crossing the room in two long strides. She tried to open the door to the ICU as little as possible, and the edge of the door hit her chest and made her curse as she slipped through. She waited a second, her heart thrumming in her chest, before she exhaled. Holy shit - did that actually just work?
She practically ran down the hall, peering through every door that she passed. It wasn't until she was near the end of the hallway that she found what she was looking for.
But she wasn't alone.
Soft voices intermingled with the beeping of machines, Jules freezing as she made out the figures of Miguel's mother and grandmother, both leaning over the bed and speaking in soft voices. She must have made a strangled sound in the back of her throat, as Carmen turned around. Her eyes widened when they made contact with Jules', and the girl felt as if she might burst into tears.
