A boy with a tuft of crazy blue hair stumbled into the room, quickly shutting the door and peeking out at the people in white uniforms shuffling around the hall.
"Jesus Fuck, that bitch is crazy." He muttered turning around and nearly falling over when he realized the room was occupied. "Fuck, I'm sorry," He cursed, walking closer to the boy laying on the bed.
"I'm stupid, didn't even notice that you're sleeping." He let out a nervous laugh and glances at the door once more.
"Hope you don't mind my company, I'm hiding from my nurse. Hopefully you don't wake up while I'm here, I don't mean to scare you." The boy's steely blue eyes surveyed the room.
"How long have you been in here? You're room seems really plain." He asked, before he face-palmed, "Right, you're sleeping."
He shrugs off his Manchester United jacket and discards it on one of the chairs pushed against the wall opposite the door.
He sits, legs sprawled out in front of him.
"What happened to you? You look like you've been in better shape--Fuck, I'm sorry that sounds mean." He sighs and messes up his dark blue hair even more.
"See that crazy blonde over there?" He gestured to the short distressed nurse looking around wildly that could be seen through the door's window.
"That's my nurse. She's like fourteen years old! She treats me like a freaking baby!" Despite his obvious frustration he manages to stay relatively quiet, the nurse walks out of the view the window provides.
"Maybe she's not fourteen but she looks like it, there is no disagreeing with me on that." He adds as an after thought.
"I'm Michael by the way." He introduces, looking over at the boy resting on the bed.
Michael gets up and walks around the bed, looking at the boy as if examining or inspecting him for flaws. Which there were several, the raven-haired boy laying on the bed was black and blue with random cuts all over, the most noticeable happened to be the green-yellow splotch right under his left eye.
The crazily styled hair on the boy's head didn't fly all over the place when a gust of wind flew through the window, it flattered a little, smoothing out some wayward hairs that stuck up against his otherwise flat small fringe.
Michael's attention was diverted to a dark purple band contrasted against the boy's tanned wrist.
He gently raises the sleeping boy's wrist with a feather light touch, leaning in so his breath fanned over the limp hand. He mouthed each word as he read, scanning the little back print for something that could come in handy. "Nice to meet you Calum." He smiles at the unconscious boy, laying his arm back down on the grandmother-white sheets with such care. "You have a unique name, I like it."
"You're face, I like that too." He adds, checking the clock above the door.
3:15.
"You know what they say, time flies when you're having fun." He lets out a forced awkward laugh, the uncomfortable feeling of a one-sided conversation getting to him.
"I don't want Maisie to find my hiding spot, I think I'll be back but hopefully its not under the same circumstances." He heads for the door, pausing to look both ways.
"Goodbye Calum."
A/N: These updates are going to be shorter than with my other story because not alot can be done when its Michael having a one-sided conversation. xx
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Fanfiction"He doesn't have anyone, no friends, no family." The nurse snapped. "You might as well get out of here too, he doesn't even know you." "That's the best part," Michael replied with a small smile. "Talking to someone you don't know. Besides, I'm alrea...
