Not Telling Anyone

Maternity Ward Mix Up

On my way back to the waiting room I turned down the hallway when I saw Isaac's mom talking to the receptionist. I quickly put my jacket on and headed towards her.
She glanced to the side and looked relieved when she saw me.
"Oh Kat! Thank heavens!" She came over to me and hugged me. "I can't find a thing in this place. I know the Rhinelander hospital not this one. This lady says she doesn't have a clue what I'm talking about. I'm just glad someone I know is here." That's the moment I realized that I had taken a left instead of a right and ended up in the maternity ward. Definitely the wrong place.
"This is the wrong reception area. This is the maternity ward," I replied, gently.
She began looking around and seeing the posters on the walls and the big sign announcing, which part of the hospital it was. She began to laugh. "Oopsie my bad! No wonder she kept looking at me like I was crazy. Here I am saying that my son's back there. How embarrassing. Thanks for rescuing me."
I smiled. "Here the emergency room is this way."
"Okay," she turned back to the receptionist. "Sorry! Wrong department."
With that we made our way back to the emergency room waiting room. Wes was scrolling through his phone and stood up when he saw us approaching.
"Wesley, this is Isaac's mom. Sarah this is our friend Wesley. He lives in Wausau, and his family was up here at their cabin, and when he heard what happened he came right over," I introduced them.
They shook hands and exchanged hello's.
"So Wausau, Wisconsin's version of a big city," she joked.
"Oh yes. I was originally from Madison, which may be our capital, but is an even tinier big city," Wes replied. They laughed, I gave a weak smile.
"Okay, let's talk to the receptionist shall we?" she asked. I nodded, and we made our way over to the desk. There was a different lady there this time, the other must be on break or done for the day.
"Hi! How may I help you?" she asked kindly.
"Hi. My son was brought in earlier this evening. Isaac Lance?" Sarah explained.
She typed away on the computer, "oh yes! Broken arm, and low blood pressure. Looks like as soon as his blood pressure is back to normal they'll be come out and let you know, but for now if you could have a seat in our waiting area that would be great."
"Thank you," Sarah replied. We walked back over to where Wes was seated and sat down.
"When he's stable they'll let us know," I told him. He nodded his head.
My phone buzzed, alerting me that I had a text message.

Where the hell do I put your piccolo!?!?
    ~Scott
I rolled my eyes, such a percussionist.
In my locker you doof. It should be unlocked. It's locker 142
    ~Me
I forgot we had lockers! Haha! I just keep my crap in the band room.
    ~Scott
And that's why you spend ten minutes every morning looking for your drumsticks ya whack :)
    ~Me
Yeah yeah. Pickles is placed in your locker, and it's locked up ;)
    ~Scott
Is it in it's case?
    ~Me
...  What's your combo?
    ~Scott
Oh my heavens you're a doofus! HAHA! 12-09-33
    ~Me
K thanks. Mission accomplished!
    ~Scott
Thanks!
    ~Me
Np. Have fun at the hospital! Text me the verdict! Byeee
    ~Scott
Will do! Adios
    ~Me
"What's up?" Wes asked.
"Oh Scott just texted me asking where he should put my piccolo, so I told him in my locker. He then put it in there and locked it without putting the instrument in the case. So I had to give him my combo," I explained.
"Wow, what an airhead," Wes rolled his eyes and laughed.
A doctor came through the set of doors, "Isaac Lance?" The three of us stood up. "Okay, so his blood pressure is back to normal. Now we're going to wrap up his arm in a more sturdy hold, and in a few days time he can come back in and we can put a cast on it."
"Sounds good thank you doctor," Sarah said. "Are we allowed to come back now or would you like us to wait?"
"You may come back now. Follow me right this way," the doctor said, and began leading the way through the doors. We started following, but Wesley hung back.
"I think I should get going," he stated. "Think you'll be okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thank you so much for coming," I hugged him, he returned the gesture.
We pulled away, "call or text if you need anything okay? I mean it."
"Okay I will," I nodded.
"Okay. Tell Isaac get well soon for me," he said, and he started heading out. "I'll talk to you later."
Wes isn't fond of hospitals, for various reasons regarding his past, so I didn't blame him for not wanting to go through the doors.
I turned and headed through those dreaded doors, and heard Sarah's voice sound from a few doors down. I walked into the room to see Isaac sitting up, legs hanging off the bed. He looked normal again, except for the IV in his arm. I cringed, I hated IVs. A needle just sticking out of your arm isn't a comfort to me. Sarah sat in a chair, and the doctor was nowhere to be seen.
Isaac looked up at me and smiled. "There you are."
I smiled in returned, his smile made everything go away. "Here I am."
"C'mere," he said, patting the bed beside his good arm. I sat next to him, and he wrapped his arm around me and I leaned against him. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me.
"You smell like sweat and hospital," I stated.
"Oh my gosh," he looked up and laughed, I giggled as well. "You're so romantic," he said, looking back down at me.
""Cause you're so much better," I smirked.
"You don't call me Cheeseball for nothing," he replied. I rolled my eyes.
Sarah put her phone down, "you two are adorable."
I blushed and looked down. Isaac smiled and shook his head, "okay mom."
The doctor walked in, "alright let's wrap up that arm." He pulled a chair up next to the bed and gingerly wrapped up Isaac's bad arm while making small talk. After ancew minutes he was done and help Isaac back into the sling. He talked through what Isaac should do and not do and the be careful speech. He prescribed pain medication and told him to go to urgent care on Monday after school to get a cast.
"Alright that covers it. Just bring this to the pharmacy, and young lady," he turned to me and I tensed up. "Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." He said with a smile and laughed. I nodded my head and laugh, relaxing again. With that he said bye and left the room.
Sarah stood up, "shall we? Kat, I need you to lead the way to the pharmacy. The layout of this hospital is so weird let me tell you. Where I work is nice and open and there's signs that are obvious. At least the doctors know what they're doing."
Isaac rolled his eyes and smiled. His mom worked in the emergency room and St. Matthew's Hospital over in Rhinelander, which is a half hour to an hour drive south west depending on traffic. They moved up here because she was transferred from the St. Matthew's from where they're originally from (Elgin, Illinois) to here where she was offered an even larger salary. Up here, our hospitals and clinics are always losing doctors and nurses since they want to go to bigger places so the hospitals around the Midwest exchange doctors when need be, as long as it's the same hospital chain.
The hospital where we live is not a St. Matthew's or Saint anything for that matter. It's its own place. You know the famous old time actress Elizabeth Taylor? She used to come up here and spend summers with her uncle in his cabin here and when he died she donated the hospital in his honour, the Howard Young Medical Hospital. It's on the smaller side and has been restored to last longer, but it's the same structure, size and shape as when it was built. Hey, it still works.
We exited the room and Isaac held my hand as we walked through the hallways. I smiled up at him and he smiled down at me. We don't usually hold hands considering the hiding, so it was foreign, but we liked it.
I lead them to the pharmacy where Sarah handed over the doctor's note and received the prescribed medication and we left the building.
"Okay so my car is in the other parking lot. Are you able to drive Isaac's car home and someone can pick you up from there or you could always sleep in the guest room?" Sarah asked/suggested/said excitedly, which confused me.
"Of course I can drive his car over for there I'll need to contact my dad from there," I replied.
"That would be great! Alright see you at the house!" With that we went to our perspective cars.
I got Isaac situated and hopped in the driver's' seat, and drove off.
"Wes says get well soon by the way," I said after a minute or two of silence.
"That's nice of him. Tell him thanks. When'd you talk to him?" he looked at me curiously.
"He stopped by. His family's up at their cabin. I was kind of freaking out, so I called him. He wants to be a psychiatrist, so he's my own personal therapist without the charge," I explained.
"Well that's nice of him. You were freaking out?" he asked with concern.
"Yeah. Hospitals inevitably bring up bad thoughts for me, and talking to people doesn't help, and I was really concerned about you, but it's alright now."
"How bad did it get?"
"I'm fi-."
"I know you're fine now, but how bad did it get?" He looked at me dead on. "Did you scratch?"
I sighed. "Yeah. After I had called Wes the thoughts consumed my brain. I guess in the midst of it I rolled up my jacket sleeve and scratched my arm raw. I didn't even realise it was happening. If it wasn't for Wesley, who knows how bad it would've gotten."
He grabbed my right arm, magically knowing which one it was, with his left (non broken) arm. He rolled up my sleeve and gazed at the fresh scratches. His face was blank as he stared, but I know that he was worried. He knew my past.
"Isaac, it's not as bad a blade and it's not a conscious habit. I didn't have anything to mess with since I forgot the necklaces at home. They'll heal within a few days," I assured him.
"I know, but it still pains me to see you in any type of pain. You know I love you right?"
Why me I have no clue, but "yes and it's the best feeling in the world. The sky could be falling and your mere presence would keep me sane. All the times you've talked me down and managed to calm me down. You keep me sane. I don't know where I'd be without you. I don't care if we only have five months of dating on us, I get this feeling when I'm with you. It's warm, fuzzy, mushy and comfortable. So my word I hope you love me because I've completely fallen when it comes to you."
He smiled and kissed the scratches lightly. "Pull over real quick," he said slipping out of the part of the seat belt that goes over your shoulder. 
I didn't question, and pulled over into the parking lot of a gas station that's been closed down for three years. I parked the car and Isaac grabbed my chin lightly, making me face him. He stared deep into my eyes and caresssed my cheek.
"You're the light of my world. When you dim, I dim. Never forget that," with that he closed the gap, our lips colliding ever so gently.
It was passionate, but soft like we were afraid of breaking each other. It was even more magical than our first kiss. Lips locked in a slow dance, my arms wrapped around his neck. He tugged my face closer to his as he leaned forward a bit more. I didn't want this moment to end. I wanted to stay here forever, with him, but sadly there's this thing called breathing and we humans need to breath in order to live.
His forehead fell to my shoulder as we both tried to regulate our breathing. After about a minute his lips trailed back to mine and we kissed again. This time being slightly less soft, and when he wanted to deepen it a little bit more, I didn't deny him this time. There wasn't any groping or clothing coming off. It was just our mouths entangled in a dance. It was completely foreign and weird, but I kinda liked it and I could tell Isaac was happy he got take it a step further. We both weren't going to go beyond this point though. This was it for now. Both of us had the same opinion about when we wanted to lose our v-cards and we both want to wait until marriage. We're old fashioned like that.
Eventually, breaking apart for the last time we decided that we should get going. Don't want his parents to get suspicious.