My Favourite Geek

17. I need to go to the loo.

Dallas' POV

I pace around the hospital hall, running my hands through my hair for what seems like the hundredth time.

Turns out when Talon's men saw what happened they panicked and took only my mom and Alex captive. I tried to run after them but one of them shot my leg. The idiot police came immediately after they had already gone.

I shake away my thoughts and look up, catching sight of the doctor I immediately run to him.

"Doctor. Is Yvonne gonna be okay? Please tell me." I desperately say.

"Calm down. Everything's fine. Although the bullet missed her liver by an inch. She's okay now. But she still needs a lot of rest. Anyway, are you a relative of Yvonne?"

"Well, no. The thing is her parents are out of town and her brother well..." I pause. "He's also not available. Can I see her now?"

I don't know how I'm gonna start looking for my mom and Alex. And now Yvonne's condition is also adding to my list of worries. I clench my fist in anger when I am reminded of who is causing all this. I'm going to make you pay Talon. Just watch.

"Hmm if they're not available then I guess you can go and see her. She's still sleeping though."

"Thank you doctor." I say and go to her room.

"Yvonne?" I whisper. How pathetic. She's sleeping doofus. Why are you whispering?

I walk slowly towards her. Her face still has its colour not pale like most patients are, and she has her lips pouted. I chuckle.

"You're too brave for your own good. You know that right?" I mumble. "Why would you just scream like that? Couldn't you have thought of a better plan?"

Even when she's on her hospital bed you still criticize her. Geek.

After a few minutes of silence, she stirs, fluttering her eyes open and stares at me with a huge grin on her face. I stare back confused. "Why are you grinning?"

She frowns immediately. "Wow. Is that how to welcome me back to earth? I just wanted to grin."

I eye her suspiciously. "You don't look like you just recovered from a gunshot."

"That's because I'm a tigress. Remember?" She mentions, smirking.

That causes me to smile. She never accepted that nickname. And now she does? "You're unbelievable."

She smiles back. Then frowns again. "Uh Dallas? I need to go to the loo." She tries to get up but I immediately make her lay back.

"You're not yet ready to start walking around Yvonne."

She looks up at me. "This whole being nice thing is really creeping me out. Please go back to normal."

I raise an eyebrow. "If I went back to normal, you would be on the hospital floor, inhaling that antiseptic scent and crying for help."

"True fact." She agrees. "But I really need to go to the loo."

I begin to disagree. "But the doctor said-"

She cuts me off. "Doctor!!!!"

Staring at her horrified, I try to decipher what is making her scream.

The doctor immediately rushes in, looking perplexed. "Anything the matter? Oh, Yvonne. You've woken up."

"Yes, and I want to be discharged." She replies matter-of-factly.

"What? But you just recovered-"

"Yes, I know that. But I really need to get home." She says and my lips tug up a bit. I feel kinda creepily happy when she calls my house 'home'. Like it's also hers.

"The thing is, I won't be able to get back to normal quickly if I'm surrounded by all this hospital smell and all." She explains.

"If that is what you want, I won't force you. Just be careful not to put too much pressure on your abdomen." He replies, looking grim.

"Okay. Thank you so much." He then leaves. "I want to go to the loo now." She whines as she focuses her attention back to me.

"Go then." I take a seat on a chair.

She's still seated on the bed.

"I said you can go." I repeat. But she's still seated on the edge of the bed, rocking her legs back and forth.

"What's the problem?" I ask.

"I can't walk there.", she says, pouting. Aww, she's so cute. Hold it together Dallas.

I stare at her in disbelief. "Are you serious? So the gunshot has also affected your legs then?"

She nods.

"You don't say." I mutter sarcastically, getting up and walking to her bed. Then I pick her up, bridal style.

"What are you doing?"

"Carrying you." I reply in a 'duh' tone. "How else did you plan to get to where you wanted to get to?"

She remains silent. After a while, I feel a sharp pain in my leg. "Arrrgh!" I yell in pain and hold my leg, dropping Yvonne in the process.

"Yvonne are you okay?" I ask, still holding my leg.

Yvonne gets up. "Are you crazy? You're asking me if I'm okay? What about you? That leg must be hurting." She examines it.

"The nurse already took care of it. Don't worry. I say. "Probably the pain has not subsided yet."

"Probably?" She asks in disbelief. "You're unbelievable. Here let me help you stand up straight."

She puts her arms around my back, helping me up. Then we start walking till we leave the hospital building and go to the parking lot with Yvonne still aiding me to walk.

"I know we are not in the best position to do this, but we need to look for your mom and Alex." She tells me and I just stay silent.

I feel her gaze on me. I'm sure she's probably thinking that the reason for my silence is that I'm feeling guilty for everything that's happened. She's half right, though the other reason is that I just don't know what to say. Just like she said before, I too can't quite put my finger on what exactly it is I feel at the moment.

"It's quite ironic though." I finally say.

"What is?" She asks, her wide eyes looking straight up at me.

"You're the one that was in a more critical condition and you're helping me instead of the other way round." I reply.

"Hey don't think I'm enjoying this. If you didn't collapse and cry over your leg like a kid I wouldn't have been forced to do this." She fakes annoyance, pouting her mouth. God, she looks so cute when she does that.

"Yeah, right. So it was the ghost of Yvonne Daniels that volunteered to help me up?" I ask in amusement. I've noticed during the weeks she's stayed at my house that an obnoxious attitude doesn't fit her. She's really soft at heart even though she tries to cover it up.

"Hmm." She mumbles. We get to my car and after much arguing I give up and she triumphantly jogs to the driver's seat after helping me to the other seat.

When we hit the road, she glances at me and asks, "So how do we go from here?"

"Police are at the house. Let's go and answer their questions. They'll help us find them. Hopefully."

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The End.

Nah. I still have a long way to go because this book is far from over. I could just say I'm almost close to nearly halfway there. An improvement huh?

Writing can be stressful at times but I just keep going. Must be the passion for it that keeps a person going until he/she achieves his/her goals. *feeling like the Ancient One*.

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