Desirable

~28. Radial Artery

"Take another step," the nurse instructs, leaning her hip against the small table. She analysed his movements and facial expression, searching for any signs of pain. "How does that feel?"

"It hurts, but not quite as bad as being stabbed." he grins cheekily at the older woman, who ignores his jokiness. 

Louis takes a few more steps before sitting down on the bed. He wasn't in too much pain or anything, he just got quite bored of taking step after step around the ward. The nurse jots down multiple notes and nods, showing subtle acknowledgement of his actions.

"Alright, well everything seems to be okay. You've improved very well. What time are your parents coming to pick you up?" she peers up from her clipboard.

"Around twelve o'clock, and my girlfriend too." his smile grows bigger upon the mention of the beautiful brunette. 

The nurse hums in boredom, looking back down at her clipboard. She was his assigned nurse so she tended to him every day, and she grew tired of hearing him ramble on about the girl with the name of a fruit. At first, it was very sweet and the way he spoke so passionately about her made her smile. As days went by, she began to find it rather annoying.   

But Louis just couldn't help it, Clementine swamped his mind constantly. Whenever she was at school or at home, he felt so down. One time when she had to stay at home for a couple of days, he even started to lose his appetite. Without her, he felt so useless. He always looked forward to seeing her flawless face, feeling her soft lips brushing smoothly against his. His heart skipped a beat every time his mind wandered to the addicting thought of her. 

"Yes, I know. They might be here in a few minutes then." with that, the nurse gets up and leaves the boy alone in the private ward. 

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Clementine winces as she knocks with her injured hand on the door of the caravan that she was all too familiar with. Getting used to having an uneven count of fingers was going to take time, she still felt her stomach twist with nausea every time she looked at the bandaged short stump of a ring finger on her left hand. She could feel the wound develop it's own heartbeat as the pain continued to wave throughout the skinny stump.

The white RV was parked in a relatively empty parking lot, a couple of posters plastered to the ground with dirt and rain from days ago. Before going to see Louis, she wanted to make sure Bruiser was okay. He might not even be in there, but she had to check. She had no idea if he was okay and was worrying the entire night.

"Hey, B! You in there?" she calls from the door, which had a step at the bottom of it. 

There was a moment of silence before the handle of the door clanks and then swings open. 

A wave of relief washes over the girl when she sees his stubbly bearded face. He was wearing sweatpants and had no shirt on. Her amber eyes trail down to his defined abs, where she notices a large slash on his side with a few smears of blood surrounding it. He smiles and lets her inside his mobile home, shutting the door behind her.

"Jesus christ, are you okay?" she grabs a small white flannel from beside the sink and drowns it in water, then gently dabbing it on his cut. She had a hunch that it was from Mason's infamous knife. 

Bruiser chuckles and rolls his eyes, not reacting to the stinging that the cloth was creating. 

"You know it's not the first time I've been hurt like this, right?" he steps away from the concerned girl. 

"I was there most of those times, you idiot." she rolls her eyes too and puts down the soggy cloth. 

"Exactly. Trust me, this is nothing. You should see him instead," he smirks, sitting down in the driver's seat at the front of the messy caravan. Clem walks over and sits in the passenger seat. She peers over at him.