Don't take my memories~Drier

Chapter eight-Strive To Right Your Wrongs

Kier's PoV
I waited until I was safely out of sight of the hospital room before I finally let a wide smile break out onto my chiselled features, feeling a sudden wave of utter content and achievement wash over my slim figure as my brain began to comprehend what I had just done, seemingly without a hitch. Of course, I always knew that I would inevitably end up being close to the mystery boy at some point again, as I spent most of my free time helping out at the community hospital and therefore it was inevitable that one day our paths should cross, yet my shocked mind had never thought the opportunity would arise so quickly, particularly after the trouble my visit had seemed to cause the distressed boy last time.

Yet I had done it, and what's more, I had even learned a few interesting details about  the timid patient in the process, though I was still to work out his diagnosis, or the reason he remained in a secluded area of the hospital throughout his long, boring days. And whilst the small tibbets of information I had recieved would in no way aid my studies in the medical world, or help me understand the mysterious boy, just knowing these things that nobody else seemed to know about the introverted patient filled me with a sense of pride, knowing that I had been the one to chip away at his timid shell, until he had finally felt comfortable to join in a weak, yet oddly fascinating, conversation with me, a complete stranger in his brown eyes.

But, with this new step into this boy's life, no matter how small the step may have been, I could already tell that there would be repercussions when Luke came to hear about our meeting and so, despite my earlier conquest, I made my way down to the reception in silence, not even bothering to meet the smiles or the kind, warm eyes of those who passed me, patients and healers alike, like I had done just moments before stepping into Drew's room. Even though my mood had increased ten fold ever since my meeting with the younger patient, I could sense the doom that was hanging dangerously over my head.

I'd had strict instructions from Luke what to do when I arrived outside Drew's room, yet I had shamelessly ignored them all once I realised that it may be my only chance to talk to the mysterious boy. And whilst my intentions had been completely pure and I had only wanted to help him, it had been the second time in only two days that I had disturbed the boy in his daily routine, and I knew Luke wasn't going to be as forgiving of that fact this time.

A small shiver racked through my body at the thought of what Luke would do if he found out, or if he already knew, that I had just visited Drew, completely against his advice. Would he get so mad as to fire me? Would he send a letter to the university outlining my sins so that I would get kicked out within the hour? Would what he said be so bad that I would no longer be able to enter the profession of medicine, or even get into a good, high rated university for any degree? Would he be able to completely ruin my life in such a way? Would he wish to ruin my life in such a way?

At present, I didn't know the answer to any of those questions and, in my terrified state, I could only imagine this next conversation going in the worst way imaginable, and completely ruining my life. I never once stopped on my terrified path to think logically and accept how unlikely it would have been for Luke to have known my exact location or what I had been doing, just moments after it had happened, and in such a desolate, lonely corner of the building. If he knew where I had been, he would have simply retrieved me, instead of interrupting everybody's day by using the tannoy to contact me. It was near impossible for him to have eyes in every corner of the hospital on a day like today, when we were horrendously understaffed and in reality, he had probably only seeked me so that we could continue our routine and help as many injured people as possible.

Still, these thoughts did little to calm my jittery nerves as I slowly made my way down to the busy reception area, dreading the conversation that would probably emerge between me and Luke once I got there, most likely about my whereabouts for the past unaccounted ten minutes.