Immobilized (AU) (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

"Lou, why hasn't your mum, or dad, come here and claimed you as their son? You're classified as a nobody. I'm the only that ever visits you. I wonder why," I finished off. Of course he doesn't answer, but it doesn't phase me. I rub circles on the back of his hand with my thumb out of sheer boredom.

I begin thinking of other people who could claim him. Relatives? Friends? A spouse? Is he old enough for a spouse? How old is it okay to have a spouse? How old is Louis? I have no information about this man, except for the fact that he is unconscious.

He could be a serial killer for all I know. Or a rapist. I wouldn't care though, because once he wakes up, and reveals his true identity to me I'll still classify him as a best friend.

My thoughts were rudely interrupted when the door swung open and hit the pale blue wall. I jumped, properly startled, and faced the door.

No one ever interrupted us, so it was strange to see a brunette nurse who looked confused and guilty.

She began frantically speaking. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry! I didn't realize someone was visiting. I'm supposed to check up on-", she looked down at her clip board then continued. "-Louis Tomlinson. I'm once again terribly sorry!"

I giggled, shaking my head at the nurse. "It's okay, come in, oh and please shut the door, it's a bit drafty."

She bowed a bit, her cheeks flushed. She shut the door, then quickly walked to Louis. "New job, huh, love," I asked, trying to be polite.

She began adjusting the bed so Louis was in a sitting position. Her cheeks began filling with red once again. "Er, yeah, I was fired from my last waitressing job, because I kept spilling the customers orders on them," she responded, clearly embarrassed.

I held in my laugh, and nodded.

She smiled a bit, then began checking Lou's breathing. She strangely watched his chest for his breath speed and pattern. She was odd.

"So, uh, what's your name?", I asked, scratching the back on my head.

"O-oh," she stuttered. "It's Bernadette, but my friends call me Bernie, um, that is if I actually had friends," she told me, solemnly.

"Oh, well, how about I call you Detty instead. You know like vendetta," I chuckled. She didn't laugh.

"Really? Like, we're friends now?", she asked, turning and raising an eyebrow. She was pretty adorable. Some would say she's fit, but she isn't really my type.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Sure."

She smiled sweetly. It was a fit smile. It was also contagious. I found my self grinning back. She came up to me and hugged me, catching me off guard. I hugged back, but she suddenly pulled back.

"I got to tell me Mum!", she exclaimed. She kissed my cheek then ran out of the room. My eyes widened. A very strange girl, she is.

I returned to my spot beside Louis, and smiled at him. "We're alone again, Lou," I stated. I glanced at that clock and saw I had a mere hour and fifteen minutes left to volunteer.

"Hey, Louis. We haven't read in a while. How about I read you Robin Hood today?", I asked while taking out the big story book from the small night stand beside the bed.

I began reading the tale of the swash buckling hero fox. He was so adventurous and had a thrill for action. He was also so kind to his other. I wish Louis and I could do that together. As best friends, inseparable. Like Robin Hood and his love interest. Although the only difference was that Lou and I wouldn't be loving each other in that way.

After I read the tale, I closed the book and sighed. I put it away and asked Louis "Still satisfying as ever, huh, mate?" I looked over at the clock and found my self exceeding my volunteer time. It had quickly become late.