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-SEVEN "a painting of a fish" ╚ ——————————————— ╝ (nature vs. nurture)
"I NEED TO SEE Miguel Diaz!"
The lady working at the front desk barely spared Jules a second look. The girl was breathing heavily, having had sprinted inside from her car, and she was still in her workout clothes. The cool blast of the air conditioner was sending goosebumps up and down her arms, and she stared at the woman with enough intensity to make anyone else dissolve.
The woman blinked, unimpressed. "Only family are allowed in the ICU."
Jules didn't even hesitate, "I'm his step-half-cousin."
The woman snorted lightly, "like I haven't heard that one before."
Jules's nostrils flared, and she felt her cheeks flush with anger. Bringing her fist down harshly on the desk, she managed to capture the attention of the majority of the waiting room as she leaned forward. Blue eyes narrowed, she spoke through a sneer. "I don't care what your stupid-ass rules are, I need to see Miguel Diaz."
"Juliana!"
Jules sighed deeply as Shira stalked over, grabbing her arm and pulling her back a few steps. Her mother's face was pinched, and Jules knew that she was struggling to stay calm herself. Jules may have inherited most of her brash temper from her father, but her mother certainly had her moments as well.
They shared a look, Jules's eyes wide in silent questioning. Shira paused, obviously debating what the consequences to their actions could be, before giving a barely noticable; silent nod.
Jules took off.
She dodged around a wheelchair and full on shoulder-checked the doors to the ICU. She didn't have time to make the mental calculations as to the probability of her being arrested, as her feet carried her down the hallway until she made it to Miguel's room. She skidded to a halt, nearly falling over as she recognized the number on the door.
She straightened her back and peered through the window, and for one glorious second, she was looking Miguel in the eye.
He was there. His dark eyes and his messy hair that had grown unruly over the past weeks. His eyes widened slightly when he saw her, and a small laugh pushed past her lips as she felt the knot in her stomach untether. It was him. He was there, he was okay.
"Hey!"
"Oh fuck-" Jules whirled around, her eyes widening as she was the very angry looking front-desk lady stalking over to her. Jules held up her hands as her mother began jogging after her, speaking in a rushed tone. She tried for an innocent smile, but it must have come off as more of a grimace. "Hi, so-"
