I Dare You

Chapter 43

Everyday. Everyday I went to the hospital to see if maybe Marcel would want to see me. But it was always the same, Whether it was from a nurse, Gemma, Anne, Robin, a doctor, or anyone else who was allowed in his room. "Not now hun." or "He's sleeping." or "Maybe later." Always excuses because Marcel wanted nothing to do with me. It may be a little selfish, but he needs to think about others. Him being sick affects everyone around him. His parents are constantly trying to be at his side. Taking days off work and skipping major events. Its only the second week of him being gone, but now I'm really worried. Christmas break is the end of this week and I am afraid that Marcel won't be home in time. No one is telling me what's wrong with him as if he was really fine, he would've been out of the hospital. I was trying to get answers, but I only got silence.

"Louis, can we talk?" I had to hunt him down after school to see were he was going to be. I haven't really talked to him, but I knew that he would know what's going on with Marcel.

He looked around like someone might see us talking and run to tell others. I felt a little hurt that he would do that. But then again, it is Louis.

"Sure. I guess." His unamused face said no instead of sure.

I wanted to get straight to the point. "How's Marcel?"

He looked around again, making me more nervous. "He's fine."

"Bullshit," I snapped. I could tell I surprised him with my change of tone. "Everyone is saying that Marcel is fine. But if he was fine, he would've been home a long time ago! Now Louis, I am begging you, to please tell me what is wrong with Marcel."

The uneasy feeling the look on his face gave me was eating me from the inside out. It was this moment that I realized how desperate I was for to see Marcel again. I could give less of a crap if he looked horrible in that hospital bed. Just being able to see his bright green eyes would mean the world to me. I could only imagine what Louis must be thinking of me. He must think that I'm crazy desperate, or just crazy, for being so adamant about Marcel and his...illness. Louis had seen him in the hospital. I knew it. Once, I saw him leaving the hospital as I pulled up. Louis might've just showed up, but I had a feeling he was invited there. It was also written in his eyes. The guilt, an maybe, sympathy in his eyes told me that he had visited Marcel and knew that Marcel would not let me see him.

"I know you're worried about him. He's gonna be okay. He just-"

"He what? Louis I just want to see him! But he doesn't. What am I supposed to do?"

"Okay, okay. Calm down Addy." he rubbed his head and looked around again. My nose started to burn and my vision was getting cloudy. Don't cry Addy. Don't cry.

"Oh for god sakes don't start crying." Louis rolled his eyes at my emotions. "He's better. You'll see him real soon and then you can talk to him."

I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. But I took my chances.

"I'll see ya later Addy." He walked away without another word. Probably not wanting to see me cry. Or just annoyed with me. To be honest, I wasn't sure exactly what Louis meant when he said that I'll see Marcel real soon. I got into my car to go to the one place I needed to go. The hospital. It was a long shot, but I had to try and see him again. As I walked to his room my hands were getting sweaty and my legs were shaky. That was normal for me to be acting like that when it came to seeing him. I didn't need to be directed to his room because I have come here searching for it so many times. I started to regret my regular white vans because I feel sweat collecting on my feet, as gross as it was, it was true. There were only two nurses in sight and something just didn't feel right. Marcel's door was closed. Typical. I knocked on the door twice, but there was no answer. I knocked again but there was no answer again. By now, someone would've come out and said something to get me to go away.