Charcoal Grey [H.S.]

CHAPTER SEVEN - VISITOR

Lennon was just resting in the ICU room, sitting on the edge of one of the empty hospital beds, in her blue scrubs, with her hair tied up in a high ponytail. With a notepad in her hand, clicking and unclicking the pen under her chin in her free hand out of habit, as she scrutinised each detail of all the patients she had given medical attention to within this month alone.

Despite only getting involved in assistance, she witnessed a lot of gore and horrifying accidents, ranging from a broken finger to kidney stones, it was devastating yet fascinating at the same time. It was awful how the people had to endure strong amounts of pain and suffering but it was also bewitching at the changes the human body goes through. The body is supposed to be the strongest defence mechanism against some of the most gruelling diseases out there but it too can lose its strength and succumb to weakness.

"Ross?"

An unfamiliar deep voice broke Lennon out of her reverie. She looked up to see a man, the same height as Harry, with dirty blonde hair with the middle parted in sides, his deep blue eyes neutral, angular jaw, cheekbones...and a bloodied hand.

"Um...hi. Yeah, that's me." Lennon was jarred back to reality as she stood up and approached him. He is beautiful.

"What's your name?" she asked carefully as she gently took his hand, to examine the wound.

"Levi. Levi Sullivan."

"Right, Levi," she smiled politely, guiding him to sit on one of the beds. "I'm going to treat your injury."

Levi only curtly nodded, leaning back and watching as she let go of his hand, heading towards the cabinet to pick up medical supplies. The wound was not serious, just needed to get cleaned and treated before an infection spreads.

Lennon was oblivious to how shamelessly Levi was checking her out. His gaze was mainly fixated on her arse, biting his lips and a whirlwind of thoughts swirling strongly in his mind. So bloody stupid, Levi thought to himself. It was going to be easier than he initially thought.

Levi continued with his façade as she turned to face him again. Laying the equipment next to him, she plucked out two cotton balls with a pair of tweezers, reaching to the tap and damping them. She then placed them onto the hurt area, the cotton absorbing the dried blood. She cautiously circled the wet cotton, cleaning up the blood until only a cut was left.

She discarded those cotton balls away, picking up new ones. She reached over to grab some ointment, opening the bottle and picking up a cotton ball, covering the lid and soaking it with the liquid. She looked at him, "This might sting."

"Can handle it, doll," he spoke smoothly.

And he was right.

His face was void of any emotion as she treated his cut. His expression was stone cold, not even a change of micro expression, he was just neutral. It was as if he was used to it.

"How did you get hurt?" she asked, throwing away those cotton balls and picking up some bandages and gauze. She wrapped the gauze slowly around his palm, waiting for his response.

"I'm a boxer, doll. Shit like this always happens," he casually replied.

He noticed her thoughtful expression, continuing with his feigned obliviousness. "Something wrong?"

"It's just...someone I know does boxing too. Nothing to worry about," she quickly reassured him as she stuck bandages and securely fixed his covering, his injury fully taken off now.

"I see," Levi said simply. "Funny coincidence, huh?" he smiled.

It wasn't a sincere smile, more like a mocking one but Lennon didn't question it.

"Yeah, funny coincidence." she agreed.

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(another short chap...but this one's important)