Finding myself (18+)

Chapter 35

I can barely breathe when I run outside the train station in London.

It was the longest trip I've ever done. Despite the ticket saying it takes two hours and seventeenth minutes and my clock confirming it, it seems like an entire day to me. I've never been so anxious.

I take a taxi to go to the hospital Diana told me he should be. She tried to reach Andrew too, and like me, was unsuccessful. But she mentioned Noah's father works in a hospital and their family always goes there. So, Andrew has to be there.

I expend the money I don't have in a London cab counting on it.

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"I'm here to see Andrew Wright, he's in this hospital right?" I ask the young lady in the hospital reception.

She types in her computer and then raises her eyes. "Yes, he's here."

"I'm here to see him." I take a deep breath to calm down and she tilts her head and adjusts her glasses.

"Who are you?"

"I'm his sister, Diana Wright."

I watched enough movies to know they never allowed the girlfriend to see her boyfriend. I was lucky enough that she didn't ask for any documentation.

"Room 261, second floor by the end of the hall."

Hospitals never gave me any particular feeling. I've never had a bad experience or had to go to one before. But right now... It all seems too white, too silent, and too slow. I observe the number on the top of each room growing and getting closer to the one Andrew is supposed to be in.

I knock but don't wait for a response before opening the door and entering the room. My feet take one step inside and I froze.

All I see is Andrew lying down in a hospital bed.

My hand falls from the door handle coming to hide my open mouth before even closing the door. I was holding to the possibility of not being him who got admitted to the hospital even after the receptionist checked his name on her computer.

He's there in the bed, wide awake with a surprised expression on his face.

My eyes run all over him. Not missing a single detail. His head is above two pillows, but I don't see any lines or tubes in it, nothing connecting to fluids or machines. The same goes for the rest of his body. Not even the basic tubbings and equipment that monitor the blood pressure and heart beating.

Nothing.

I frown, finding his foot in a case being lifted to not touch the bed.

Noah is sitting on a chair right on the side of Andrew's bed. None of them seem to be stressed or sad like something bad is imminent. Only surprised.

"Kelsey?" Andrew blinks, looking at me like he can't believe I'm here.

"What the hell happened?" I close the door and stroll in direction of his bed.

"I was worried sick!" I don't wait for his response.

"Who calls someone saying he's going to the hospital and ends the call??"

I take some deep breaths finally expecting his response. I wait while his face is changing from the shock of seeing me here, assuming he's mouth is opening to talk. To explain, maybe contort with the pain he might be feeling. But not to form a grin.

He grins.

Noah stands up and leans against the wall to observe us. Like me, he's astonished, expecting any other reaction from Andrew, except a grin.