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Eleven~*

We reach the hospital, and the lady at reception gives me a ticket with the number 45 on it. I look at the big screen with the numbers on, and see they're on 43. Not a long wait then. Darren and I sit down on the chairs by the Tv.

An interview comes up. It's got an old man on there. Well, he's not old. Just older than me. And Darren. anyway, he says something about Bro Down. There's a man talking to him, to which the first man replies, "No, they're not splitting up. They're just taking a break. They've said so themselves. Darren needs some time with his family, and the rest of the boys want a bit of time off."

"And what do you make of the rumoured girlfriend of Darren Waters?" Darren Waters? They're talking about my Darren! ... Okay, not my Darren, but the Darren that I know. The man glares at the camera.

"If Darren has a girlfriend, I would know." I look over at Darren, and see him swallow. I lean close to him.

"Hey, whose that guy?" I ask him, quietly. Darren jumps, as if he's forgotten that I'm here. Even though, not to sound big headed or anything, we're here because of me. Darren just shrugs. I know he knows who the man is. I let it slip. It doesn't really matter.

A hot guy comes out of the double doors. He's wearing scrubs. "Number 45?" He calls. His voice is kinda hot too. His warm brown eyes trail over the waiting room. I stand up. Number 45 is me. I can do this, easy. I walk over, and the male nurse looks me up and down. I feel heat rush to my face. "Hello, I'm Nurse Johnson, but you can call me Simon." He grins at me, and I smile back. Darren comes close behind me.

"Hi, I'm Lilly-Mae."

Nurse Johns -- Sorry, Simon, looked behind me. "Sorry, only family members past here." He says to Darren. Darren squints at him. Then, without warning, he snakes an arm around my waist.

"I'm sorry," Darren starts, "But I'm sure partners are allowed in with the patients? And I think my girlfriend here would like me with her, wouldn't you, babe?" He gives me a stunning smile, which makes me stutter.

"Uh, yeah. My ... Him, yeah. With me." Simon looks from me, to Darren, back to me. Then, he reluctantly nods, gesturing for us to follow him. I lean close to Darren. "What happened about pretending to be my brother?" I hiss.

Darren shrugs, and brushes his lips against my ear. "Yeah, but it's more fun this way." His grip tightens. I'm closer to him, as we follow Simon up the corridor. We reach a bay.

"Please sit down, Lilly-Mae." Simon smiles at me. I smile back, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Darren pulls up the plastic chair, sitting it by the bed. "Now, I'm just going to clean your wounds. Would you mind taking your shirt off?"

Darren shoots up. "I don't think that will be necessary." He says, glaring at Simon. Simon looks at Darren, and if looks could kill ... "It's her face and her arm. Neither of them are under her top." Darren explains to Simon.

Simon sighs. "Never mind. Let me go and get the cleaning supplies." He slinks out of the bay, closing the curtains behind him. I turn to Darren.

"What was all that about?" He looks at me, innocence all over his face. "Why did you get all in his face?"

"Well, would you rather have taken your top of? Damn," He says, "I thought that was just for me." I giggle.

"That's for no one, thanks. Thanks. I guess." I say quickly. I look away from him. Since I'm younger than 18, I'm in the children's bay. There are little dinosaurs stickers over the walls. I point at the biggest orange one. "That one's cool." I say.

Darren laughs. "I guess." His eyes search the room. Then he points at the blue one. "I like that one."

"Because of your eyes?" He nods. "Your eyes are a prettier blue, though." Please tell me I didn't just say that. Darren chuckles.