Unexpected Encounters [B.H.M.]

4

Shifting in my seat I took a deep breath. "They... they have tea here too, don't they? I could get us a couple of cups," I suggested, not knowing what else to say. "Or something else if you'd rather have that, just let me know."

He opened his eyes and looked at me, shrugging. "Yes, sure, tea would be nice. Might help to keep me awake too. I'll wait here. Don't burn yourself too.."

I smiled a little and got up. "I'll try not to. I'll try to be quick," I told him before I walked up to the receptionist. "Excuse me, Miss, is there anywhere I could get some tea around here?"

She looked up from her stack of papers and eyed me sceptically. "For you or for Mr May?"

Did that make a difference? Not really? I sighed and shrugged. "For him, why does that matter? Is there or is there not?"

"Yes, there is," she mumbled, not looking at me. "In the hall, third door to the left."

"Mhm," I muttered, rolling my eyes a little as I stepped out into the hallway. She was just a bundle of joy wasn't she. In any other situation I would have blamed that on her probably relatively boring job, but judging by the experiences of the past few minutes the cause for her bad mood was probably because of the fact that I was the one who was getting tea for Brian May and not she. 

That was also why I hadn't told her I also wanted to get some tea for myself because I wasn't entirely sure if she still would have told me truthfully where I could get tea.

But in this case I followed her directions and managed to find the correct door where there was a small café as it seemed. It wasn't horribly busy so I only had to wait a few minutes until it was my turn and I could order two cups of tea and two croissants because Brian might be hungry and I didn't want him to faint because he wasn't eating. With the two cups in my hands and the croissants in a bag I managed to get back into the waiting room where Brian was waiting on his chair, his head leaned back and his eyes closed. He looked done with the world, I felt bad for him. Hopefully he would be okay.

"Brian?" I questioned softly and sat beside him. If he was asleep I didn't want to wake him, he did seem like he could use the sleep.

However, he reacted after a few moments and opened his eyes, sitting up straight. "Yes... uhm, I was just resting. Did you manage to get some tea?"

"Yeah, I did. But if you'd rather close your eyes for a few more minutes that's fine. You seem very tired," I pointed out.

"I'll be fine. I can sleep when I'm alone, that's very often the case nowadays," he said, crossing his legs. "One of these is for me, yes?"

"Hm? Oh yes, yes, I put a bit of milk and sugar in both, this one has a bit more milk, I don't know which you prefer," I explained to him.

But he just shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, either of those will do," he said and took one of the cups.

"Okay..." I guess I couldn't blame him for being a little apathetic, the burn probably still hurt and it didn't seem like they were in a rush here in the hospital to get that taken care of. "I also got us some croissants, you know in case you want to eat something."

But Brian shook his head. "No, thanks, I'm not hungry."

I looked at him, a bit surprised by how short he was being with me. But it wasn't really my place to judge, he was hurt and I didn't know him. I placed the croissants on the small table that stood in front of us and leaned back in my chair. "I hope you like the tea at least."

"Mhm, yes, it's not bad. Thanks." He paused before he turned his head. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to seem rude, it just still hurts quite a lot."

"That's okay, I understand. Don't worry. Do you want me to up and ask how much longer you have to wait? Maybe they have something to help with the pain before you get treated," I suggested cautiously. I still wasn't really sure how to behave around him. "I can't promise though the receptionist will give me honest information."