the new year

eighteen

E I G H T E E N :

His brown eyes looked at his manager through the glass that was separating the pair of them, a lump forming in his throat. Eoin was laying there hi leg elevated in the air and his head laid back with his eyes closed and that particular picture had triggered something within him. Had someone purposefully hurt him and intended to put him in here? Harrison wasn't a violent man but if they had he'd hunt them down. 

Gently, Oak placed her ringed hand against his arm in a comforting manner to which he instantly looked down at then up at her, giving her a soft smile. "Will you come in with me?" He asked her unsure, he didn't want to put pressure on her to do so considering she barely knew him and his manger. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable. 

"Of course, I will," She smiled reassuringly at him, he nodded thankfully in response as he worriedly inched towards the glass door. His heart was hammering ferociously in his chest, he had so many questions but was afraid to get the answer. 

The blue-haired girl wasn't too far behind him as he gently stepped closer to Eoin's bed, what the hell had happened? "Eoin?" Harrison whispered softly, it was like his name would barely come out of his mouth, it hurt him that much to see him in a state like this. 

Eoin's dark blue eyes opened and looked at the twenty-year-old who was stood by his bed watching over him like some angel "Are you gonna sit down, fella? Or are you just gonna watch me from a birds eye view?" He questioned his friend, his strong Irish accent poking through with a light chuckle to which Harrison just looked confused at, how on earth was he making jokes at a time like this?  

Harrison just watched him but then grabbed a seat next to him, he was beyond baffled at how he could still be lighthearted when he'd be hospitalised. "Are you okay?" Harrison asked him concerned, his tone full of worry. He'd never seen Eoin like this before, in the hospital he means, it was a scary image. 

"Mate, I'm more than fine I'm high on life right now," Eoin let out a loud chortle, which kind of made Harrison jump back a little. It seemed that the drugs were still present in his system. Harri's brown eyes trailed down to his leg that was in the air--it must be quite uncomfortable especially when he's laid that low down on the bed.  

"I was just riding my bike around town then my bloody trouser got caught on the pedal and I fell off of the bastard thing and cut my leg and arm open even now I'm not entirely sure how it happened," Eoin explained as he laid in the hospital bed trying to settle his friends' worry. He knew he would over panic like he always does so he wanted to reassure him. The good thing was that he was able to go home tonight but they were just waiting for the doctor to give them some dressings that were to be changed every day, then they could be on their jolly way. 

Harrison was so glad that his friend was okay because he wouldn't know what to do if something catastrophic happened, he just didn't know what to say because it was funny but he felt the pain Eoin was feeling. His full ankle was bandaged up in about forty layers and his arm was wrapped in one. Honestly, it was a great relief that it was nothing serious, the giant six hundred kilogram weight was now lifted off of Harrison's shoulders. 

Eoin was put in this room because he'd just had stitches in his leg and the doctors wanted to keep him out of sight, they knew he managed well-known people partly because Eoin had to tell them and because the doctors had seen the way other patients, especially the younger ones, were looking at him.