Temporary Agreement (DNF)

Chapter 14

George POV

We arrive at the hospital, and I feel slightly uncomfortable in the clothes I am wearing which are clearly not appropriate for riding a motorcycle, but alas I did not plan much ahead forgetting to bring a spare change in case I had to do something to this accord.

He pulls up to the front, letting me off at the huge doors that scream emergency at the top, and I silently hope they will let me through here, not wanting to have to deal with parking, paying, and then running across the way to finally get inside since I can bet any money that Adam is either right on my tail or already inside. I am almost surprised that we had no crossed paths though, and it makes me second guess his intelligence as to why he wouldn't be here as well, perhaps having an ulterior motive and making me doubt my original plan but deciding to go through with it anyway seeming as though I am already here.

He slowly comes to a stop, and I jump off the back when he kicks his kick stand down so I don't lose my balance or make the bike fall with the amount of pressure I use to push off of one side of it. I drop down onto my two feet, and go to take my helmet off, finally feeling a little less hot without it, having had to wear not only that but a whole suit as well.

"Alright, I'll be right back" I state, more or less throwing my helmet into his lap without giving him any preparation.

I turn to head in as quickly as possible, "wait!" I hear muffled from the head gear he currently has on, and a large hand wraps itself around my wrist with ease, making me turn far too easily with the little amount of force he used.

"I'm coming with you"

"Dream" I roll my eyes.

"What?" He says seeming taken aback.

I run my free hand through my hair, feeling the dampness from sweating, "you can't, people are supposed to think you're in jail"

"I'll keep my helmet on" he says with a certain deep tone that almost makes me want to fold and let him follow me though the emergency doors knowing damn well that there would be no way they would let him in wearing that.

"Don't be an idiot" I respond, shaking my head in dismissal.

I shake my hand free, trying not to let myself feel a small sense of disappointed from the warmth of his palm leaving my arm, and try to focus on the fact that this is really just stalling me from something that needs to be done in order to guarantee I can prove what Adam was saying was a complete blatant lie and Dream had no part in hurting those guards in the pictures he had shown. "Just be ready to leave when I come out, I'll only be a few minutes"

He reluctantly shakes his head, "don't do anything stupid alright"

His tone makes shivers run down my spine. The sentence almost sounded like a question but the way he said it made it seem like he was demanding it of me, and I feel as if I try to speak my voice will sound all choked up. So instead I settle on a nod, and run inside before he can accuse me of reading into things once again, even though I want to make a teasing reply about how it sounds like he cares even when he denied it the other day when telling me he was just trying to build up something fabricated between us so I would sleep with him.

But trying to get myself back on track to the real reason as to why I was here in the first place, I rush through the emergency doors and find that there is a huge line up to speak to the receptionist, as well as almost every single chair taken up in the waiting room, and my social anxiety is eating me up, the voice I try to silence is yelling at me to turn back around and drop the whole thing.

But I can't, and I take a deep breath before reaching into my wallet and grabbing out my card that signifies who I am and what my profession is, even though it isn't some FBI card, most people take is almost as serious as that when I pull out my, 'lawyerly voice' as Dream has now named it, but I still feel slightly embarrassed pulling it out.