doctor, doctor. || rydellington

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third part.
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     THE NEXT MORNING, I walked back into the hospital to check on Rydel. I don't know why, but I didn't really expect anyone to be in the room. So I just walked in.

     Of course, there was someone in the room.

     Her entire family, actually. Or well, I assumed that it was her whole family, as the small group of people all had the exact same hair colour as her.

     Rydel was sitting up, the sunlight that peeked through the closed windows just giving me the opportunity to stare into her eyes from where I was standing. She was terribly confused. She must have been. I mean, a stranger just casually walked into her room.

     I had the urge to just walk away and pretend like I had walked into the wrong room. But her brother ruined that for me.

     "Hey, I know you!" he exclaimed, marching towards me. The feeling of guilt shot through my body like a venom, and I felt like my feet were glued to the ground.

     "You're the kid from yesterday, aren't you?" he said, giving me examining look. I gulped and nodded.

     "Why are you here?" he asked. I couldn't come up with anything else than the truth. So I told them.

     "Get him out of here," Rydel said after I had finished my words.

     Her voice was quiet but strong, and I'm pretty sure everyone in the room had heard her speak. She didn't look at me.

     "B-but," I started, but her brother grabbed my collar and pinned me against the wall.

     "You heard her. Get out of here," he hissed. I gulped, and my eyes probably widened as well. I felt my heart beat quicken inside my chest.

     "Riker, just let him go," another voice spoke. I guessed that it came from Rydel's father.

     He let go of me but gave me one last push as I walked out.

     "But- But I'm Ellington!" I exclaimed — as if that would make the situation better? I don't even know. Don't ask. — before he slammed the door shut, the heavy wood coming to an abrupt stop on about three centimetre away from my face. I sighed.

     "Get him out of here." Rydel's voice echoed through my mind. It sounded sweet, despite what she had said. She had a cute voice.

     I walked through the hospital and noticed the strange smell once again. I still didn't feel like driving the car that I had hit someone with, but I kind of had to, to get home. It felt weird, and I was extra cautious so I wouldn't cause any more trouble. As soon as I arrived home, I went to the bathroom.

     I was still wearing my dark green sweatpants, white T-shirt and black Converse. My hair was slightly messy and I looked tired, although I had gotten plenty of sleep the night before. I took a shower and brushed my teeth, trying to keep Rydel off of my mind. It didn't work. Her voice still wandered through my brain.

     I put on a pair of blue jeans and a flannel which I buttoned up all the way, and then I went back to the hospital.

     "This is insane," I mumbled to myself. What was I even doing there? She had told me to leave. But I felt like I couldn't just do that. I had hit her with my car, and I wasn't as heartless as some of those drivers that just drive away — I had to stay with her.

     I peeked through the window of room 129. Her family had left. She was sitting on her bed, staring out of the window. I knocked before I opened the door and walked in.