My (not-so) superman

Part 19

I had rushed to the hospital on foot, which the cast made it difficult, because I didn't have a car.

As soon as I got to the hospital, I ran straight to the receptionist.

"Hey, I'm Cassi. You just called me about Louis."

The receptionist lady took her time typing away on the computer before looking up at me.

"Ah, yes."

She turns her chair to face the hallway to the right and points before continuing.

"Louis is in the room down that hallway. His room number is 112. You may go see him."

I hurry down the hall, almost passing Louis's door without knowing.

After I finally get into the room, I look directly at Louis and his eyes are open.

His beautiful blue eyes that I've missed so much.

A deep, yet scratchy chuckle pulls me out of my thoughts.

I walk over to the side of his bed and sat down in one of the uncomfortable hospital chairs.

"Hey sleepyhead, how ya feeling?"

He smirks and shakes his head.

"I'm fine, how are you doing, limpy?"

His eyes flick down to the cast on my leg indicating that he was mocking me.

"I'm fine. And don't worry, you're going to be limpy too."

I wink at him causing him to look down at his own broken leg.

Louis looks up to me once again, his face a little bit more red than it was when i walked, more like wobbled in.

Louis speaks up, gaining my attention.

"You know, when I was in my coma, my mind always seemed to wander back to you, and I had no idea why."

I nodded, confused as why he was telling me this.

"But then I thought, 'you know, maybe its because I'm guilty for getting you injured' but then that couldn't have been it. So I thought for a long time and I came to the conclusion that...-"

A nurse came in, interrupting him.