doctor, doctor. || rydellington

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second part.
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     I WATCHED THE doors of the surgery room close and peeked through the small window, standing on my toes to reach it. An angry nurse pulled me away, and uttered a yelp as her fake nails seemed to pierce my wrist.

"Sir, you'll have to wait in the waiting room," she said, her hand still firmly grasping my wrist. I nodded and, thank God, she pulled her hand back. I followed her to the waiting room, where I sat down on one of the uncomfortable, plastic seats.

I realised my hands were still shaking, and I rested them on my lap, trying to hide it. I looked around at the people surrounding me.

A crying woman, an older man rubbing her back. A girl with her arm in a cast. An old lady, that wouldn't stop coughing.

I got up and walked over to the vending machine, where I got a bottle of water and handed it to her. She gave me a thankful smile in between her coughs. I smiled back before I sat down again.

I've hit a girl with my car, I thought to myself. The thought made me want to throw up. In fact, I felt the vomit coming up my throat already. I hurried to the bathrooms and emptied my stomach.

"Where is she?" I heard an upset voice yell as I walked out of the men's room. I looked to my right side, where I saw a young man, yelling at the lady behind the desk. I guessed he wasn't older than 24, assuming by his blonde hair and tall, fit body.

"She's my sister, I need to see her!" he continued. The lady's body language showed that she tried to calm him, but she seemed too frightened to actually say something. I decided to walk over and help.

"Uhm, excuse me-"

"Just tell me where she is, god damn it!"

I cleared my throat and tapped the man's shoulder. He turned to me, raising one eyebrow.

"Excuse me, but you're frightening her," I said, my voice shaking slightly. The man was frightening me, as well.

He sighed. "I just want to know if my sister is okay," he said, now looking much calmer already. "She got hit by a car, about twenty minutes ago."

If my stomach weren't empty, it would have been right then. I was talking to the girl's brother. And he was not amused.

"What's your name?" the lady behind he desk asked the man. I gave her a small smile before I quickly walked back to the waiting room; I did not want to draw any more attention to myself. What if he found out that I was the one who hit her? He could kill me.

Then I realised, why was I even at the hospital? I could've had just waited for the ambulances to get the girl, Rydel, and then I could've had gone to rehearsals. But no, here I was, sitting in the waiting room of the hospital. I had no idea what I was waiting for.

But I stayed. I just wanted to know if Rydel was okay, I think. After all, I had hit her. If she died, it was my fault.

Rydel. It was a nice name. The kind of name that you want to say out loud.

I didn't mean to actually do that, though.

"What?" the little girl next to me asked. I looked at her, and raised my eyebrows. "Hm?"

"You said something," she said, looking at me as if I was an alien.

"Oh. I did?" I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.