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13. i'd rather be talking to you.

ELORA SUBTLY BREATHED A SIGH OF relief once that Scott's motorcycle drummed to a halt outside the hospital, quickly releasing her hold around him and climbing off it, her anxiety immediately going down. Scott chuckled at the girl, catching the way her shoulders slumped as soon as she climbed off.

And once they had, the boy grasped a bag from the seats that they had been previously sitting on, grabbing the bag of Chinese food and replacing it with the pairs helmets. "Why's it so busy?" The blonde asked as he did so, looking around at the many cars, ambulances and people that filled the car park, not to mention the many that she could see packed in through the glass double doors.

Scott closed the seat and looked around, immediately understanding what she had been talking about and leading the pair towards the entrance. Inside was far more chaotic. Every blue seat in the waiting room was occupied, many with blood smeared on them and their clothes. Every nurse was busy tending to a patient and every bed was full. "Okay, keep pressure on it. The doctor's on her way." Melissa assured one of the patients before returning back behind the desk, once again calling the relief doctor that was already half an hour late. But as soon as the woman saw his son and—what she soon hoped would be his girlfriend—walk in, her attention was soon turned towards pair or more specifically the bag in their hands.

"Oh, thank God! I'm starving." She breathed, her stomach rumbling as she pictured the food inside the bag, completely forgetting to thank her son who had brought it for her, nor the girl who had accompanied him, not until Scott mumbled 'your welcome.' "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you for bringing me dinner." She grinned at the pair, wrapping them both in a hug—practically smushing their faces against each others.

Scott nodded in acknowledgement before he turned his attention to everyone who was surrounding them. "Is everything okay?" He asked, witnessing many of the pained faces.

Melissa sighed, her stress completely draining any and all energy she had. "Except for half the accident victims in a ten-car pile-up being rerouted here from downtown, and the ER attending not answering any of his pages... Yeah, I'm okay." She huffed, looking at the pair with a drained frown and she unboxed her food.

     Scott frowned looking between the blonde beside him and his mother, "What does not answering pages mean?" He asked them confused.

     "It means that nobody can find him, so now we have to wait for the on-call to get here." Melissa explained, shortly getting whisked off by another patient who had been rocking in her seat, whimpers escaping her lips from the pain that she felt in her body. Melissa apologised but assured the woman that she would have some help soon. She sighed stressed and walked back over to the desk, tightening her pony tail. "Okay, how much longer on Dr. Hilyard?" She asked over one of the radios.

    "Ten minutes." A voice called back.

     Elora hated seeing people in pain, she hated feeling helpless, like she couldn't help anyone. Scott was just the same, it was his empathy that drove his actions.

     The blonde took a seat beside the woman who had been whimpering, looking cautiously at her incase she scared her, worried that she might cause her more pain. She didn't know what she was doing after all. "Uh, you know, I think that I read online that sometimes human contact can help with the pain..." She told the woman who looked apprehensive at first, but allowed the teenager to take her hand never the less. "lenire." She whispered, feeling a siphoning from beneath her finger tips as she soaked up the pain from the woman's nerves.

     She smiled softly at the woman who gasped in relief, looking at the blonde as if she was magical (she was after all) Elora tried to hide the pain that she now felt coursing through her own body, despite the difficulty. Scott, standing close near by, couldn't help but let a smile pull on his lopsided lips at the interaction. And while he hated that she was suffering, he couldn't help but feel funny as he watched the situation. He knew why.