𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎, 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚

You and Rose rush through the hospital doors, her arm wrapped around yours. Quickly approaching the front desk, your hands grasp the wooden paneling as you try to collect yourself. The nurse behind the desk continues typing, briefly gazing up at you. "Yes?" she impatiently asks.

"Someone here, um... her name was Marcy Lewis, told me that my fiancé—" you take a sharp pause, inwardly cringing at the name selection, "Lou Miller. She was in an accident, and I'm her emergency contact," you quickly finish. The nurse's eyes are still glued to the computer screen as her fingers don't stop moving. You take your lip between your teeth, pinching the tender flesh with anxiety rising in your chest. "I need to know what room she is in," you add, hoping to create more urgency. "Please."

The nurse sighs, continuing to type on her computer. "I heard you the first time, don't worry." She leans over to the side, pulling up a clipboard with several sheets of paper attached to it. "Fill these out and bring it back up here." She explains monotonically.

Rose lets out a huff of annoyance before taking an aggravated step closer to the desk, but you stop her. "I need you to tell me what room she's in so I can wait with her. I'll fill out the paperwork as soon as I see her," you slowly reply, eyes burning holes into the nurse before you.

"Listen, miss. Just fill out the forms and—"

"No." You slam your hands down on the desk, your voice firm and unwavering. "Lou was involved in a motorcycle accident. And no matter how many times I told her to ditch that stupid bike, she didn't. So now, she's somewhere in this hospital, and I have no fucking idea what happened to her. If she broke her arm, if she needs surgery or god forbid, she's in a coma. So please use that computer you're so fond of to tell me the goddamn room number!" The other people in the lobby had stopped their discussions and paused to watch the scene unfold. The nurse's eyes were wide as you now had her full attention. "Please," you sweetly add on with a tightlipped smile.

———

You press your back against the cool walls of the elevator, taking a shaky inhale as Rose pushes the 6th-floor button. The elevator dings as the doors slowly shut. "Holy shit, (y/n)! That was incredible, darling. Really, I had no idea you had that in you!"

Holding onto the metal bar, you give Rose a weak smile. "Thanks, I didn't know I had it in me either. I'm just so worried about Lou, and I took it all out on that poor nurse." The elevator whirs and begins to move up. 

"Oh honey, you were tame compared to what I was about to do," Rose says with a low chuckle. She glances back at you with a small sympathetic smile, but your eyes are glued onto the white tiled floor. She gingerly pats your hand. "It's going to be alright, darling. Just breathe."

You slowly nodded your head, taking a shaky inhale. "It's all going to be alright," you repeat to yourself. "It's okay."

——

You had gone outside because of the loud revving of an engine. Now, you stood on the sidewalk, the chilly autumn wind in your hair and hands crossed over your chest. Lou was on her motorcycle, which had finished being repaired earlier in the day. Once she heard the front door close, she removed her helmet and placed it on her lap, watching you intently with a smirk. "Tada!" she beams, motioning to the motorcycle. Your lips curved into a slight frown as you watched your fiancé on her newly fixed death trap. "Awh, come on, babe," Lou cooed as you approached her.

"I just don't think it's entirely safe, Lou," you mutter, anxiously chewing your tender bottom lip. The torn, uneven, and bloodied flesh made a metallic taste in your mouth.