The Badboy and the Sociopath

Chapter 17 - Sleep With One Eye Open

We arrived at the hospital right alongside side 'Sir Beanpole the sniveller.' Due to the large cut on my lower hand, I had to come to the hospital to get stitches and give my statement to the police.

I watched on with increasing agitation when, upon entering, the available nurses and doctor flocked to him on the gurney to see if he was okay. As of his well being is important and he hadn't just broken into my house and threatened the well being of my little sister and my man...... I mean my..boy toy? My Xavier?

What's with this 'my man' stuff? This isn't a real relationship, you're just getting your pillows fluffed repeatedly by the same guy. Nothing serious.

I visibly shivered and tried to shake the thought out of my head. Xavier burst through the main doors with Grace still tightly wrapped in his arms only this time she wasn't just in her pajamas and she wasn't scrubbing sleep from her eyes. She raised her tiny hand to shield from the atrociously bright fluorescent light bulbs and saw me on the bed with a nurse attached to my numbed arm, suturing my 'defense wounds' back together. Her eyebrows raised in fear when she saw the blood and needle, tears threatened to fall from her eyes. 

I looked at Xavier and nodded my head towards the vending machines so he could hide Grace from the blood and gore. 

The nice, betty crocker looking nurse stitched me up with a smile and said the doctor would be with me shortly. Knowing the way hospitals are, that would give me enough time to find that bastards room and give him one last word of advice. My lips unconsciously curled into a devilish smile.

I eased out of the bed and made my way to the reception desk. Behind it sat a friendly looking older woman, she reminded me of when Cedric the Entertainer dressed up as a cafeteria lady. With one look I had already figured out she'd be easy to work around.

"Excuse me," I said in a soft voice, my head hanging a fraction and a worried look trained into my features.

She looked up at me, mother mode immediately switched on, "Oh dear, you okay honey?" she asked, standing up to look me over. Seeing my bandaged hand her brows furrowed deeper. "Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked.

This must have been the nicest hospital staff in all of book history.

My facade almost fell as a triumphant grin threatened to make camp on my face. "My friend and I were in a serious accident, he just came in with me but they took him to another room and I can't find him" I broke down at the last four words, to bring home my award-winning performance.

She stretched her arms to me over the desk and rested her right palm gently against my shoulder and patted "Oh you poor thing, give me your little friend's name and we'll just see what we can do about that" she said sitting back down in her seat and turning to her computer.

"I'm still a bit disoriented so I'm not sure," I said pouting "but I was watching the door and he's the only patient they rushed in here from an ambulance, maybe you'll find him faster that way?"

Her eyebrows rose as the realization hit her, "ohh, well I can find him for you in a jiffy, don't you worry your pretty little head he'll receive the best care here." she said, resuming her typing.

In less than four minutes Stella-the name of the nicest person I've ever lied to- had given me the room number, an offer for a batch of freshly made chocolate chip cookies, her best wishes for me and my 'friend' to get better and another motherly pat. 

I stood in front of room 405 and peered in, seeing him lay on the bed sleeping, with bandages splayed across his body didn't make me as happy as I thought it would or should have. Something still felt unfinished, so I opened the door softly and crept inside the room. Pulling the pamphlet I picked up off the receptionist's desk, I folded it so its edges would feel razor sharp. As I approached his bed, I climbed up, positioning myself over him and pressed the edge of the pamphlet against his throat.