I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?(1)

18)I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?

“Hello, my name is Dr. Sutcliffe” a man who looked to be in his forties, with greying brown hair and glasses, and wearing turquoise scrubs entered the waiting room and greeted us.

He turned to me “You must be Miss. McKenzie”

“Hero” I corrected him.

“Hero, have you been told what’s happened?” he asked.

I shook my head weakly. Rocket had refused to speak in the car on the way here.

“Last night” Dr. Sutcliffe began “Your parents were involved in a car accident”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as my heart sink.

“They were driving in terrible weather conditions, which caused control over the car to be lost. There were two other passengers in the car, however they managed to escape with only minor cuts and bruises. Your parents weren’t so lucky. Your mother is conscious for some of the time, but is in critical condition. Your father, I’m afraid, is currently in a comatose state. We don’t know how long this will last for” he said, with an apologetic tone.

I broke down in tears, and felt someone’s hand being placed comfortingly on my back.

“I am so sorry” the Doctor said “If there’s anything I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to ask. If you want, I’ll go and sort it out so that you can visit your parents, would you like that?”

I nodded. He left, and I looked to see who the hand on my back belonged to, expecting it to be Gracie. Surprisingly, it was Rocket.

Then, I came to the crashing realisation that Rocket had lost his parents, and that this experience would seem devastatingly familiar to him.

“You can leave if you want” I whispered to him.

“I’m staying” he replied.

And he did stay.

We sat in silence for about thirty minutes until Dr. Sutcliffe returned.

“You can go in and visit your parents now” he said.

The following scene was heartbreaking. They were both just laying there, with all these wires attached to them. So lifeless. Helpless. I broke down in tears again. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me - to my own parents.

I insisted that I was going to spend the night at the hospital, with much protest from Rocket. So eventually, Rocket had allowed Gracie to take his car back to the house and decided to stay with me at the hospital.

“You really don’t have to do this” I said.

“I’m not leaving you here” he insisted.

We made ourselves comfortable on one of the couches in the empty waiting room.

“Are you okay, Hero?” he asked, after a few minutes of silence.

“I guess so” I replied, sniffing.

“I know exactly how you must feel right now” he said “But you gotta be optimistic. They’ll pull through it”

“Is he seriously trying to empathise with me now? What has happened to him?”

“Thanks” I muttered “But can we change the subject to something more cheerful? To take my mind off of it?”

“Sure”

“So what do you wanna talk about?” I asked.

“What do YOU wanna talk about?” he asked.