As Cry walked towards the hospital, his heart rate began to pick up. He kept walking until he got to the doors. As soon as he entered though, he didn't like it. The walls were painted a sickly green and the floors were a staggering white tile. There were various decorations like flowers in some places, which was understandable. Cry had always hated hospitals anyways, people died here. When the front desk lady noticed Cry, she asked him something in Swedish. "I don't speak Swedish. English." Cry told her. She nodded her head and then asked Cry what he needed in English. "Ummm… I'm actually here for someone, can you help me with that?" He asked. "Sure. First and last please?" The lady spoke in a soft tone. "Felix Kjellburg." Cry stated.
At first she hesitated, which made Cry worry a lot more than he has been.
"He is in critical condition; can you wait here until he is stable…?"
"S-sure." Cry stammered. Suddenly he felt lightheaded and dizzy. Like he needed to toss something up. Shit, calm down Cry. Cry was prepared to sleep there, but he only had to wait for an hour or two. Thank god it was only an hour or two, Cry thought to himself. There were others in the waiting room, some crying and others smiling. Suddenly the nurse tapped his shoulder gently. He jumped a little, but then turned and looked her in the eyes.
"I can tell you what happened before you go in, if you like." She offered.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind knowing, I guess…"
"Felix has multiple injuries, only a couple are severe though. The most serious one was a ruptured spleen, but we fixed that-"
"Wait, what's a ruptured spleen?" Cry questioned.
"The spleen is an organ that is well… important to your body, but a body can live without. A ruptured spleen is life threatening, only because it causes internal bleeding and can kill you rather easily." She stated rather bluntly.
Cry eyes went wide at life threatening. "I-is he okay now?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was a stupid question. He wouldn't be seeing Pewdie if he wasn't alive.
"Yes, he is fine. However, there are more… Mr. Kjellburg has a broken leg…" She trailed off, looking at the chart in her hands. "…And if I may ask, are you the one taking care of him? He kept mumbling something about 'Cry' and 'call him'. Do you know what that means?" The nurse asked.
"Oh… my name is Cry, its sort of a nickname. Wait, how did you get my phone number if you don't know who I am?" Cry asked, a little creeped out.
"Felix had you listed on his emergency contacts." She stated.
Well, why me and not Marzia? Cry thought to himself. He shook his head. "Can I go in now?"
"Sure." With that she opened the door and let him in.
