Sleeping Beauty // otayuri fanfic

Chapter 3: Room 117

~Otabek P.O.V~

I woke up to a bright sun with a seemingly clear blue sky. The smell of fresh air had wafted through my room. I unwillingly shrugged out of bed and got changed. My mother and Father were no where to be found. They have left me a lovely note "went out for a week or two. See you later." Ugh typical. It was now 6am and I have to be at the hospital by 7:30am so I started making my way since it was quite far.
Once I arrived I went to the front desk and awkwardly told the staff that I was the volunteer.

"H-hi. I'm here for the v-volunteering. My names Otabek Altin" ugh I sounded like a dummy.

"Oh yes! Otabek Altin! You can make your way to the first wing to your left and ask for Dr. Nikiforov! He will tell you what you will doing for the next month!" The lady was talking was too cheerfully for my liking so I quickly said thanks and scurried off to the wing to my left. Once I found the desk I asked for the doctor. Soon, a tall man with shiny Platinum hair came in calling my name.

"Otabek Altin?"

"Um, yes t-that's me."

He handed me a simple schedule with some times, room numbers and names on it.

"You will go to each of these rooms once a day to check up on the patients health charts. There all children and teens with short term illnesses nothing major. Well except one patient."

He pointed to the name "Yuri Plisetsky, room number 117" One of the most beautiful names I've ever herd.

"This kid has been here for a while due from brain injuries. He's been in a coma for 7
years from a car crash."

I stared wondering if it was possible that it could have been that boy from that day so many years ago. I quickly dropped the thought not wanting to get my hopes up.

"Just go in and make sure nothing is wrong with his charts."

I had taken classes for nursing so I was qualified but still unsure about this.
I went to the first room listed. Then the next. Then the next. So on and so on. The first couple of people were asleep and charts were normal. Then I can to room number 115. A boy was 17 and had gotten a bad concussion from playing foot ball. When I walked in, he smiled at me and was clearly on way to many pain relievers.

"Helllllllo my duuuuuuude I'm Jj the kingggggg"

" Um yes, sure. Do you need anything."

"I need a bro hug"

I was very concerned but I saw a nurse walked pass and he quickly came in and she took care of him. Thank god.

After taking care of some other people it was already 6pm somehow. I had one more room to got to. I was waiting all day because I wanted to go there last because I was afraid that it was going to be the boy, but also scared that it wasn't.
I quickly walked to the room. My breathing quickened as I put my hand on the door handle and pushed it open. I stood in the door way for a few seconds then pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. It was something I don't want to forget. I saw the blond from the car accident hooked up to a breathing machine but seemingly nothing else. The dim sunset was in strips across him from the blinds, as he laid perfectly still. He look like and angel. No he looked liked a sleeping beauty.