Age is just a number, after all. (Morten Harket x Reader)

Age is just a number, after all. (Chapter 2)

In hospital, they continued doing tests. When they were roughly done, they told you to wait for a doctor. Which took forever.

While you were sitting in the hospital bed, already looking through the notes you had taken in class, your mother burst into the room.

"(y/n), are you alright? The school called me! What happened?"

She ran over to you and touched your face, looking at you closely.

"Don't worry mum, I'm alright. Well, as far as can be."

Then you told her the whole story. Admitting that Jakob has been picking on you for a long time was kind of embarrassing.

"Why didn't you tell me that boy has been picking on you the whole time? I would have kicked him in the butt! And his parents too!"

"No, mum, actually", you said, "I met Mr. Harket when I was in the nurse's office. He had been informed about what happened and he got really mad at his son and told him to wait in the car and then he came in to check on me. He apologized so often and he was so kind and actually, like, really concerned. He is the exact opposite of what his son is like, apparently. Anyways, he gave me his phone number and address and asked me to contact him when the results of the tests are here. And he said he wanted to make it up to me."

Your mother lost her at first skeptical look. "That's... really nice of him. I am surprised."

"Yeah, I was pretty surprised as well. And he was surprised too when I told him that I don't blame him because his son is very well capable of knowing wrong from right. I don't know what he expected."

Your mum turned proud. "That's my daughter! You see, it's not natural at all for girls or general people your age to react like that. Most of them would be endlessly mad or pouty or aggressive, even. He probably expected the worst. I think it was a pleasant surprise."

"I see."

Just then, the doctor walked into the room.

"Ah, I see, your mother has arrived."

He introduced himself to both of you.

The results have been mostly negative of anything seriously damaging. The damage has been external mostly. He told you to stay in bed for at least the rest of the day and come back as soon as something seems off.

Your mother and you thanked him and the staff. A nurse rolled you outside on a wheelchair. "There you go! Can you get into the car by yourself?"

"Yes, I think I can do it. Thank you very much for your help!", you said and smiled. The nurse laughed. "It's my job. You're more than welcome!"

Then, she waved you and your mother goodbye as you drove away.

For the rest of the day, you felt like you were treated like a queen. Even your little sister, Mia, took care of you. She was only 5 years old.

She even wanted to feed you. You managed to convince her of letting you eat by yourself.

Then, you remembered that you still hadn't called Mr. Harket. You took the opportunity when you were alone in your room.

You dialed the number in your mobile phone.

It didn't ring for long and someone picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

The sudden response startled you at first.

"Uh, h-hello Mr. Harket. It's- It's (y/n)."

"Oh, dear! Thank you so much for calling! How are you doing? How are the results?"

He sounded excited. More in a negative way, though.