A girl, A boy, and a graveyard

Orders

Lucy POV
1185 Words

I got our usual night cab driver, Jake, to take me up to the hospital. He was the one who found me and Lockwood, so he was understanding that I wanted to visit Lockwood. The only lights around the car were the ghost-lamps that flew by the windows. I thought about that time in Hyde Park, when I had kissed him. I held his cold cheeks in my hands and pulled his face to mine, closing the gap we had built between us. It was the first time in a while I had thought about it, that kiss was months ago now.

And I replayed that whole night, when we walked home in silence through the dark london roads. When we got home, and the house was silent. Sure there was the sounds of cutlery, George in the kitchen, ticking clocks and fire crackling away, but 35 Portland Row was as quiet as ever. It wasn't full of life, it wasn't a warm welcoming family, it was cold and distant. All because of me, all because of that Fetch.

I tried not to think about it, I wanted to keep my mind of those happy moments.

"We're here." Jake announced, I hadn't realised but the car had been parked outside the hospital for quite some time. "What were you thinking about, Miss Carlyle?"

I opened my mouth to speak but thoughts flooded my mind. I thought about how cold the River Thames was, the sea foam lashing up at my cut legs. "Oh, nothing, just zoning out. Thank's Jake." I gave him the money, and got out the car, just as I thought about Lockwoods pale face, his sunken eyes. Or more so, what he would become. And that feeling of impending doom, came crashing back to me.

I opened the front doors, holding them open for a particularly worn out nurse. "Thanks, love." She gave a weak smile and walked passed. I nodded and went up to the front desk. "Here to see Anthony Lockwood?" I knew it was late, and I had also went over this scenario in my head on the drive up to the hospital. He would be asleep, they wouldn't let me in, they would way 'We're not letting people in now.' And I would have to do the walk of shame out of there and wait for another night cab, or walk home.

"Not taking visitors right now, you can wait in the waiting room though, just in case he wakes up?" The lady at the desk was sweet, she looked up at me with shining blue eyes, a little crinkle of concern weighing down her eyebrows.
"Sure." I smiled.
"Take a seat just over there, and if I hear anything, I'll let you know." She smiled and looked back down at her work.

I walked over to the waiting area and sat down. I listened to the clock tick, the sound of a shoe tapping on the floor, the front desk ladies pen scribbling something down. And soon, I felt restless, I felt threatened by the waiting room, with it's smell of cleaning supplies and sickness so deep in its walls it would take months of air-fresheners to get out.

I stood up, the women at the desk looked up from her book at me quizzically.
"Just going to the loo." I smiled. She nodded and smiled back, looking back down at her book. But she didn't realise the toilets weren't that way, they were behind me to the left, she didn't realise, I was going to see Lockwood. And I needed to see him fast, until she did realise I hadn't come back from the toilets.

I walked down the long hallway, lights were on in some of the rooms. People lay there in beds, tubes in their mouths or in their arms. People sat up in bed talking with family members or doctors. I opened the doors and walked upstairs to floor B.

Walking down another corridor till I reached 27B.

Lockwood was indeed asleep, I thought he had at least attempted to escape by now. I went over to him, his face looked calm, the bags under his eyes had dissolved. His hair was in his face, cuts and bruises ran along his face, a red mark ran the length of his neck. I stood there for a while, watching his chest rise and fall. Then I shook his shoulders gently. "Lockwood?" I took a quick glance behind me at the little window by the door, making sure no one was there, then I shook him again.

That time he woke up. With a start he sat up in bed.
"What?" He moved and rubbed at his eyes. "Where's Kipps?" I was surprised by this because it was hours ago we had visited him, why would he be wondering where Kipps was?
"They went home, the doctor said you needed to stay here another night." His eyes scanned out the window, he was probably disoriented.

"What are you doing here?" He pushed his shoulder back and sat up fully, then leaned over and grabbed a bottle of water taking a sip. A twang of pain went through me, he was being too nonchalant.

I hesitated, maybe this wasn't a good idea. But the whole reason we kissed in the first place was because he asked me this, him asking me this was what helped lead up to that moment in Hyde Park.

"Well uh- do you fancy a walk?"

He stared at me, his dark eyes locked with mine. Then a smile came across his lips.
"Sure. I need to get out of this blasted room anyway." He slid out the covers and tried to stand up, he gripped the side of the table.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just weird to stand up again." Yeah because you've been bed-bound, all because of me. I swallowed back the guilt, and held out my hand to him.

He smiled and took it, readying himself. "Good?"
"Yes, thank you." We made out way out the door.
"Quick, come with me." I pulled him along the hallway, glancing behind me a few times.
"What's wrong?"  He looked behind him, but I tugged him so he would focus.
"We're not supposed to be out here." He laughed.
"You know, maybe it's my bad memory, but I do seem to remember you never followed my orders." I laughed.
"Yeah, you got that one right."
We hid behind this wall, whilst I kept an eyes on a passing doctor. I could hear Lockwoods breathing, he was so close to me again, his warm arm brushing against my side. 

I willed myself to focus, but when I turned my head to look at him he was already staring at me, a look of almost child-like fascination flashing in his eyes.
"Sorry, just, thought I remembered something." He said politely and looked away.
"It's alright.." I tried to force away the blush creeping along my cheeks, then pushed open the door and walked outside to the parking lot.

A/N: did you notice he's only calling her Lucy now?