And then the Sky fell Northwards

Hospital-ity

She woke up for the third time in a week in a hospital bed. It was an over reaction really, for just fainting and getting a broken nose as Jemma whacked the table it was rather pointless and stupid to take her to the near by Hospital’s emergency room. Even more so when you realise that she was rushed straight into a room, no waiting or anything.

At least that’s what Jemma kept telling herself.

Liam had sat in the waiting room for just over an hour now, they kept telling him that he no longer had to be here, that she was fine even though it’d had taken Jemma so long to wake up and asking if he would like a drink. That last one was only thanks to his pale white face; no one else was being offered a drink, apparently he’d lost some colour and seemed a bit too shell shocked to just be waiting around.

 A crowd of Jemma’s friends were a few seats away from him but they weren’t getting the same kind of hassle. They seemed relaxed about this, like it was natural and normal to just meet up in a hospital and chat as if it was a cafe.

A young male nurse came in and told us all the Jemma was awake and that her parents were with her at the moments but no friends or other – he seemed to look in Liam’s direction at that point – must wait until all tests were done.

“What tests are there to do?” His brain wondered. Sighing, Liam questioned how to spend the time now he defiantly knew Jemma was fine, he could just go home now that would be weird as the time for leaving had past when he agreed to come in the car that took her here and stop her nose from bleeding. His gaze began to wander over to the girls huddled together and giggling about whether or not they thought the nurse was gay.

It seemed they didn’t.

Liam stared and them each in turn, it was the first time he’d actually really seen them all since... and for once he could just sort of sit back and listen to them, or anyone fore that matter, talk and not have to say a thing himself.

There were seven of them in total; there used to be at least nine but things change. It was still a lot more girls than he was used to in one space without any boys breaking them up but at least he was sure they weren’t taking about him.

Maisy Evans was closest to him and seemed to have popped straight from a Harry Potter novel. She was the perfect Hermione and sat there with a smile filling up her rather large face. Her eyes twinkled slightly at the mention of some band or movie or something. Liam couldn’t quite be bothered to remember since Maisy’s eyes where so big you forgot about her extremely large bush of hair and zoned in on the brown haze.

To her left laughing far too loudly for a hospital was Louise Bennett; she was slightly too quiet most of the time so to find her this amplified bemused Liam quite a bit. Her hair was tint purple and blue and red and orange at the bottom of these almost black locks making her one of the only people in school to have such obviously dyed hair but still get away with it.

The whole group and Jemma made up the rest of the people who got away with this kind of thing: multiple studs in their ears and even faces, heavy amounts of make up, dyed hair and coming in a good few hours late without the bat of an eyelid. One or two were known to have come in wearing trackies and having bed head but none complained.

Joanne was one of the few not completely happy and used to the situation. She wasn’t happy and lively like her lip, tongue and five ear piercings nor her green highlighted hair and mismatched outfit suggested. Although she was the only one who had seen Jemma faint here apart from Liam and the second cup of coffee in her hand and headphones poking out of her shirt implied a late night had still not worn off.