I'll Be Your Batman

Chapter 7: The Boy In The Lobby

When I awake, the first thing I notice is the pain in my head. I feel like a group of people have stomped and danced on my head, while proceeding to blast music in my ear.

My body aches all over, as if I was a human who was sore from working out for an entire day.

I groan and open my eyes. To my surprise, it isn't bright, like I thought it would be from the fluorescent lights of a hospital. I roll my head over and look through a window and see it is dark outside.

I sat up, but groan as I did. Why am I still sore? I should have healed by now. Wait a minute. . . what exactly happened? I don't think I remember.

Of course me being me, I want to find out. So I climb out of the bed and walk to the door, opening it as quietly as I could. When I poke my head outside, I see the hospital is also dimmed and the only person outside of my room is a lady at the front desk. I figure I am not supposed to be up, but that isn't going to change anything. I hate rules and I never follow them. But I can't be breaking the rules if I am never told about them, right?

The lady at the desk is to my right, with her back turned. I figure if I can be quiet, I can escape without her noticing. If all else fails, I can run, before she could ever see me. I am fast in general and on top of that I have special abilities because of the whole werewolf thing, meaning I am very fast.

I slowly step out of my room, carefully watching the lady. I slowly walk to my left, never taking my eyes off her. I freeze when she turns a little. Then I notice she has ear buds in, which means she can't hear me.

I keep walking, this time a little faster. I finally am out of her view, so I walk normally out of the hallway.

Where was my family? I wouldn't expect them to just leave me here. Then again it was dark, so it must be really late at night or really early in the morning and no one in my family is a morning person apart from my mother and grandparents.

I'm not sure where I am going, I have never been in this hospital, I usually have no need to be in a hospital. I do assume this is Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital though, as this is the only hospital around here.

I get out of the hallway I am in and come to a bigger one. I assume this will lead me to somewhere other than the rooms that people were staying in.

I keep walking and see a lobby, which nobody os in, or so I think. The further I walk the more I am able to see of the room and I soon notice a boy in the corner.

He has his head in his hands and is sitting quietly. I have the urge to go over and see if he is alright, though that is a stupid question to ask, of course he isn't alright if he is in a hospital. Though I have no reason to, I walk over to him.

I am standing about three feet away from him when he snaps his head up, looking startled.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." I put my hands up.

The young boy looks at me questionably. "You didn't. I was just. . . expecting someone other than you, I guess."

His voice was soft, like velvet. I want to here more. I was never a big talker and I usually don't like to listen to people either, mostly because all humans do is complain. I grow freaking fangs out of my gums, I think humans can stop complaining about how their drink was diet and not regular.

The boy looks down again. I keep standing there, not knowing what to do.

He looks up again. "Um. Can I help you?"

"Oh! Right. Sorry." I scratch the back of my neck. I have no reason to be here. And I'm sure the boy doesn't want me here, but I don't want to leave. I want to sit with him and I want him to talk to me, but I know he won't if I keep standing here for no reason.

"Uh. Yeah, actually, you can help me with something."

"Let me guess, considering you are obviously a patient-"

"Hey, how do you know I'm a patient?" I question.

"Dude. You're wearing a hospital gown."

I look down at myself and blush. I am indeed wearing a hospital gown.

"Oh. Yeah, I guess I am."

"Besides, even if you weren't I would be able to tell."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Well for one, your hair is all messed up and disheveled. Sure some may think that you were here because of someone else, but your eyes aren't red or puffy from crying. Even if you weren't sad, your eyes would have bags underneath them, or be purple, from staying here, which yours are not."

"Dang kid. What are you, Sherlock Holmes?"

The kid smiles. "No, I'm the son of a sheriff, so I guess I have learned a few things."

The sheriff? This is the sheriff's kid? I doubt the sheriff would just leave his kid here, so I wonder why he is here all alone. Of course, I don't want to ask, that would just be rude and stalker-ish.

I'm not sure how to keep the conversation alive or how to keep the kid talking. I just don't want the kid to remember I had a 'problem.'

"Well. . . The sheriff is a nice guy. Where is your father?" The kid's face contorts, and I see tears in his eyes.

Oh shit. Was the sheriff hurt? Did he leave him here all alone? I wasn't supposed to ask that!

Oh god please don't cry kid.

The boy looks down and sniffs, embarrassed.

"Oh. Shit kid, I'm sorry. Forget I even asked." I say, panicked. Everybody has been crying to much lately. I can't see this boy cry, not him.

"No. It's fine. Sorry. I'm just a little baby I guess."

I frown. "No you're not."

The kid snaps his head up, this time looking mad.

"How do you know? You don't know anything about me!" He says, tears still in his eyes.

"You're right. I don't. But I do know that being sad and even crying doesn't make you a baby." I move and sit next to him, without even thinking.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what is going on. I don't know why you're here. I don't know who you are, though I do know your the sheriff's kid. I do know that you are probably tired of hearing 'I'm sorry.' I know that those words won't change anything. I know they won't help. But. . . I hope that everything will get better, no matter what it is." I stand up and start to walk out of the lobby.

"Wait." The boy says. I stop and turn around.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Derek. Derek Hale." I say with a smile.

"Well thanks Derek." I nod my head.

"No problem kid. I'll see you around."

I walk out of the lobby and notice that the sun was rising. I hurry back to my room, hoping that nobody noticed I was gone.

The lady at the front desk is gone, which made this easier.

I walk in my room and stop in my tracks. The women from the desk was in my room, changing my sheets. She looks up and smiles.

"Nice to see you again, Derek." I don't move.

"I'll keep your secret if you keep mine." She says with a smile, as she tucks in the final corner on my bed, and walks out. I'm confused, what did she mean her secret?

I climb into the freshly made bed, and feel something by my shoulder blade. I move the blanket and look. A single Hershey's kiss lays there. I smile to myself and put it on my bedside table.

I lay back down, waiting for my family. I know they will come, though I'm not sure when. I think about the boy, and hope that be had stopped crying. Shit. I didn't catch the kid's name. Oh well, I will make sure to see him again and when I do I will ask what his name is.

I smile thinking of the boy, and hope that he will be alright.