One Of The Boys.

One Of the Boys. *6*

Chapter 6

*Jaylen's POV*

All I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my chest and the panting of my heavy breathing; my eyes stung as the tears pulled their way out of my eyes. I could feel the sharp pains in my chest and legs telling me to stop, but I knew I had to keep running. I looked forward and saw the only hospital that I knew of in this town, relieve flooded through me knowing that I was within inches of seeing them. I pushed myself to the wide glass doors at the entrance of the hospital. When I burst through the doors I looked forward to see a short woman with dull platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and chubby round cheeks standing at the front counter. I leaped to the lady at the front counter and tried so eagerly to push the words I wanted to ask her so desperately, but nothing came out; my gasping for air was too loud and my mouth was too dry to form words.

The lady at the counter looked at me, confusion flooded her face, "May I help you?"

I tried to make words form for a second time, but still nothing would come out. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with dizziness, I glanced around for a place to rest. Making my feet move was like pulling them through wet concrete, difficult. I collapsed in the nearest chair; regretting that I pushed myself here instead of breaking once in a while. The lady at the front counter finally moved from her post and came to check on me, "Are you alright? You look quite pale."

Pale? I thought for sure I would look red or exhausted, but pale? I tried to shake the thought of my paleness out of my head, but instantly regretted it. I was ambushed by a head ache and even more dizziness; I held my head between my thighs, begging the pain to go away. By then my breathing had calmed some and I was finally able to squeeze out a single word, "water..." I spoke barely audible but I knew it was loud enough for her to hear because she was gone just like that and back in a matter of seconds with a small plastic cup of water. I snatched the cup out of her hands, forgetting all of my other current problems, and downed the whole glass, "more..." I begged, shoving the cup back at her. She was gone again, this time returning with a concerned expression that I tried to ignore as I snatched the second glass and downed it just like the first. She went back and forth many more times and I kept downing the glasses just like I had with the first; a third, fourth, seventh, I lost track after that. The counter lady, who I found out's name is Sharron, was out of breathe by the time I was done and my stomach hurt from all the water, but I didn't care.

Sharron sighed relief, so I was guessing I was looking better, "Next time don't push yourself." She started to wonder back to her post, but I grabbed a hold of her arm. "Yes?" she asked questioningly.

"Do you have a patient here by the name of Dyllan Grenier?" I spoke my voice finally able to form a sentence.

"Hold on." She strolled back to the front counter started fumbling through a pile of papers. She must've found what she was looking for because she smiled before looking back up at me, "Yes, we do. He's in room 248 but he's not accepting any visitors right now." I was already rushing through the hallway, I obviously hadn't learned my lesson, before she could stop me. I looked desperately from door to door until I reached the very end of the hallway and finally found what I was looking for; there on the third to last door in big, block, gold letters was the number 248.

The feeling of sweet salvation poured through me; I held in my breath to brace myself for the worst before barging through the door. I didn't have to look far to see Dyllan lying on the hospital bed with a remote in his hand and a bored expression on his face. I let out my breath and was overwhelmed with relief, by the looks of things it was nothing serious. I strolled over to the hospital bed; Dyllan was too consumed in channel surfing to notice that I was there. I rolled my eyes before collapsing on him. He must've had something wrong with him that I couldn't see because he yelped in pain, "Ouch! Watch where you're laying."