All the light we cannot see

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Lauryn's POV
I stepped to the far wall of Louie's hospital room knowing the onslaught of medical attention that would be coming this way at the sound of the alarm. During the chaos of doctors and nurses I assumed I was no longer needed and stepped out into the B ward corridor, greeted with the familiar disinfectant smell and the medical white lights. I strode meaningfully down the corridor, clipboard still in hand and stopped outside a wooden, windowless door. When I was sure no one was looking I slipped inside. My hand rose instinctively to the light switch on the right side of the door and I flicked it and bathed the small room in harsh light. This little supply closet was my safe haven in the hassle of the hospital, I leaned against a metal shelving rack of cleaning supplies and closed my eyes. I can't believe that happened, I was so taken aback to see him awake, I wanted so bad to say something better to him than 'by the way I've been washing your naked unconscious body for the past week' such an idiot! But this was the first time I had seen him awake, the first time I had seen him with his eyes open... those emotional, meaningful brown eyes, flecked with green accents I looked into them and it was as if looking at the earth, two small globes. it was like the world slowed. How cliché. But the fact of the matter is that he is an extremely attractive guy. Even his imperfections made him perfect, the small vertical scar in his eyebrow and the slight kink in the bridge of his nose. He was clearly a bit alternative from his hair: close cut at the sides and back and midnight black and then on the top of his head was much much longer and just as black until about half way up when it turned golden. Now that he was conscious was the first time I had seen it how -I assume- it was meant to be, held vertically but loosely upward. To say he was handsome was an extreme understatement and I longed to know what had caused him to make an attempt on his own life, despite how morbid it was no one should be in a position such as that. However, now he was conscious it would only be a matter of days before he was gone and that's something I'm just going to have to get over.
Actually... there was a slight chance I would see him more often... but no it's stupid to hope for such a thing when the chances of it happening are so slim. And yet I find myself almost praying for it....
-BLEEP-
My hand instinctively reached to my pager from years of practice.
Although I'm only a community nurse I'm being given more and more responsibility at this hospital, hence why I was bathing and changing the dressing on Louie, they were clearly under staffed, as seen by the lack of dressing on the serrations on his arms, that's what I was here to do today.
My pager reminded me to help Mr. Bentley get changed this morning so off I went, it would take me past Louie's room and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach. I snuck out of the closet, lucky that no one saw me, I didn't want to have to answer why I was in there. As I approached Louie's room I noticed the sweat building on my hands, why was this happening? I slowed my walk to pass his open door, my eyes connected with his as he was already looking out into the hall, I felt physically drawn to him and apparently I was because as our eyes were about to disconnect from me reaching the other end of the door my head hit the door frame with some force. I must've subconsciously leaned towards him as I passed by. Shit. There's no doubt in my mind he saw that, how couldn't he have? I just kept walking, that was so embarrassing oh god.