Malevolence

~12~

"Mr. Bourgeois? You have a visitor in the waiting room."

Larry barely hears the nurse's overly pleasant voice as she calls into the room, informing him of Eleni's arrival. He sighs and thanks her halfheartedly. He doesn't want to go out there. He doesn't want to see anyone, he doesn't want to have to talk to anyone or pretend that he's at all ok. He just wants to sit here in this room with his twin until he opens his eyes, until Larry's soul is finally settled with the knowledge that Laurent has come back to him, but he knows he doesn't get that luxury. It's not like he deserves it anyways, and he can't ignore the other aspects of life that need to be taken care of. He has to go meet with Eleni, so he reluctantly forces himself to his feet, fighting against the very strong urge to sit back down and continue waiting.

When he finally manages to get to his feet he speed walks for the door, intent on getting this out of the way as quickly as possible so he can get back to his rightful place at Laurent's bedside. It's a fair distance to the waiting room from Laurent's room in the ER, but Larry covers the distance in barely a minute, arriving at the entrance to the waiting room in a little too much of a rush.

His eyes find Destiny the second he steps out from behind the doors, and saying that she looks unhappy would be the understatement of the century. Her arms are crossed over her chest angrily, her jaw clenched as she stares blankly at the wall in front of her, and the expression on her face almost makes Larry stop dead in his tracks. It's not a look he thinks he's ever seen on anyone's face- and definitely not hers. She's obviously tense, obviously in her own little world, and obviously not too happy about being left alone. It's not any of those things that Larry notices though- it's her eyes.

They're shining in anger and something that Larry can't identify, something sharp and almost dangerous. It's a cold, analytical stare void of any of the emotion that Larry is so used to seeing in her eyes, and it sends chills up his spine.

It only lasts for a second though, because as soon as Destiny looks up and sees him the gaze vanishes from existance, replaced by her normal welcoming smile. He doesn't return it immediately because he's still too thrown off, but after she bounds up to him and fuses herself to his front in a familiar hug, he relaxes and wraps his arms around her in return.

"Hi, baby! I was beginning to think you would never come out of there." There's a hint of aggression Larry can sense in her words that lets him know that she's not too fond of being left alone in the waiting room while he stayed with Laurent in an area she was not allowed in. He smiles tiredly at her.

"Hey, Des. Sorry.... I just needed to-"

"Larry." He looks up when he hears his name, and only just now notices Eleni standing by the doors, arms crossed over her chest and body language screaming of impatience. Her harsh features soften slightly when she notices the dazed and tormented look on Larry's face, but her posture remains just as tense. She walks over to the two of them and completely ignores Destiny, who's still attempting to draw Larry's attention towards her with well placed kisses and quiet affections whispered into his ear. "How's Laurent?"

"He still hasn't woken up." His voice wavers a bit when he speaks, so he clears his throat and swallows hard, trying to shove the difficult, painful knowledge of his brother's condition down into the recesses of his mind. He needs to focus on the tasks he needs Eleni to accomplish, because having that mission is the only thing keeping him from collapsing into a mess of sobs again. "Can you start cancelling all our Les Twins business?" Eleni waves a hand in the air dismissively.

"I already have. Your calendars are completely clear now." Larry sighs. It's a strange thing to hear that, and if he's honest it's more than a little saddening. It's not what matters now, though- what matters now is taking care of Laurent, and if that means Larry doesn't dance for the next ten years, then it's what he'll have to do. "I made an official statement too, so you don't need to worry about doing that. I contacted your mother and told her also, but I convinced her it's not serious enough for her to need to fly over." Larry frowns. He couldn't imagine his mother agreeing that Laurent being in a coma isn't serious enough to warrant a visit.