Challenging 5 || Ollie Lynch

Hospital horror

*Ami's pov*

"Did Oliver Lynch just get admitted here?" I demand, slamming my boyfriend's car keys on the hospital's receptionist's desk. She just looks me up and down, tuts and goes back to her computer. "Are you deaf or something? Did he get admitted here, yes or no?" If not then I have to drive to the hospital all the way down the other side of town.
"Manners."
"What?" I snap at her.
"Manners." She repeats, eyeing me up and down once again. "You need them."
"I'm sorry if I didn't meet your requirements but it is a simple question that I have asked which you refuse to answer. So I'm going to ask this question for the last time: did Oliver Lynch just get admitted here, yes or no?" I snap again at her, rage running through me. My jaw ticks as she huffs, rolls her eyes and types away at her computer.
"What did you say his name was again?"
"Oliver Lynch." Good, she isn't deaf after all.
"He got admitted here around 20 minutes ago by ambulance from Tommen Colle-"
"I know that." I run my hands through my hair out of relief. "Thank you. Now which room is he in?"
"Only family can come in with him. So unless your name is Edel Kavanagh and you are-" She peers back down at the file on her computer. "39 years old then you can't come in."
I feel as if I am being mocked today. "I am his family." I croak out, a rogue tear threatening to make a presence.
"Not if you aren't immediate family." She snaps, clearly losing patience.
"Listen hear woman. If you haven't guessed already, I am his immediate family. Even if it might not say on your damn files, I am the closest person he has. He is my everything and I am his. I need to be there holding his hand, talking to him even if he is not awake. Then holding his hand when he does wake up and telling him he has nothing to worry about. I have been his immediate family since we were both 12 years old. Since he helped me with my bike on our first day at Tommen College. Even when I tried to ignore him or avoid him, the heart wanted what it wanted and I became his family. I love him. I have always loved him. I have loved him from as long as I can remember and I will continue to love him." Tears stream my face and I start shaking. "I will carry on being his immediate family from here until forever so you better do your job and tell me what room he is in and then tell me to have a good damn day." I choke out.
The receptionist takes a huge sigh and I could tell she was mentally fighting with herself. "Fine, whatever. Shut up with your sappy nonsense, I can't bear to hear it. Not after I got divorced with my second husband. You can't go in yet as he is being checked up on but when you are allowed I will tell you. Happy?"
"Happy." I smile at the receptionist. I can't believe that actually worked.
"Now have a good damn day." She smiles sarcastically at me and shoos me off tutting.

It was nearly midnight before I got told his room number and got called in. Eventhough I was sitting on that chair for nearly four hours, I didn't fall asleep at all. My anxiety wouldn't let me so I sat there with my knee bobbling recklessly and sipping on some coffee from the coffee dispenser. I walked into room 16 and it took me a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I made out a bed and a stand that connected to my boyfriend's arm. Ollie himself was lying down on the bed, propped up against the pillow looking lifeless. Shivering, I climb into bed next to him but not moving the covers so I didn't disturb him. I lay my head on his chest and after feeling his touch again, the tiredness crept up on me and hit me like a bullet.

"Hey, love." I wake up to hear a voice in the darkness a few minutes later.
"Who's that?" I ask, clinging onto Ollie's arm in desperation.
"It's Edel, pet. Are you okay? Is my boy okay?"
"Edel?" I rub my eyes trying to make out her figure.
"Yes and John is here too." The mattress dips as she sits on my side of the bed.
"We called in to see if we could visit him earlier but they only gave us this time."
"That makes sense." I whisper.
"So how is he?"
"He still hasn't woken up." I shudder as I remember the sight of him on the pitch and tears start streaming down once more.
"I'm sure he will be fine Ami, he's such a strong lad." John says rubbing his wife's back sympathetically.
"What happened to him?" I meekly squeak out.
"After he got hit, he lost a lot of blood leaving him to go into shock." Ollie's dad whispers.
"How did he get hit though? The last time I saw him, he was whizzing past everybody."
"One of his teammates said he got distracted midgame and just stood there staring into the stands and some kid accidentally ran into him with great force." Edel tells me and I whimper whilst piecing the information together. And that's when it hit me. It was me. It was my fault. Ollie got hit because he saw me and Declan. Ollie got hurt because of me.
"It's okay, pet. We will all be okay. John and I are going to sleep in the hotel next to this hospital so call me if you need me, unless you want to come with us. Oh and please remember to text your parents, I don't want them worrying. Especially Sandy, she is such a lovely..." I drown out the rest of whatever Edel says as I silently cry into my hands not getting over the truth: Ollie got hurt because of me.