A Journey of Two Night Goers (A Fanfiction) (Journey Series)

Chapter 17

A knock was heard on my hotel door ten minutes later, causing me to wake up. I didn't bother to open it however. I was too hurt to do anything at the moment. I thought that it was the hotel staff trying to clean my hotel room. But I was surprised to realize who it is.

"Flo? It's me. Let's go to the Superdome rooftop now. I have McDonald's for us to eat there."

Michael.

"Flo?" He said again, followed by more knocks. I decided to close my eyes again and not respond to him. Moments later, I heard the doorknob and the door being opened and closed.

"Flo?" Michael said. This time, he's inside my hotel room, "Sorry I went in. Your room's open so... yeah." When he realized minutes later that I haven't responded to him, he called me again. And this time, I hear footsteps. He's looking for me, I thought. Seconds later, the bathroom door opened.

"Flo are you here- Oh my God. Flo!" I heard Michael scream in shock. I then felt his hand on my cheek, "Flo, you okay?"

I then slapped his hand away from my face, "Go away Michael." I mumbled as I felt tears rolling down on my cheeks again despite my eyes still closed. But instead of answering me, I felt his arm on my back and the other under my knees. I then felt being carried wedding-style and then I was placed on my bed. The right side of the bed was dipped, which means he must be sitting on the edge of the bed and then I felt his hand putting pressure on my cut. I then opened my eyes to see him calling someone on the phone with his other hand.

"Hey yo." He said, "Yeah. Um, I need bandage and disinfectant here in room 206. My friend here, uh, she had an accident. Yeah, thanks bro." He then hanged up the phone. He then looked at me with sad eyes.

"I know you cut yourself Flo." He then brushed strands of my hair away from my face with his hand, "I won't bother asking you why. Just hang in there. I'll clean your wound."

Minutes later, the bandage and disinfectant arrived. Michael then thanked the hotel staff then sat on the edge of the bed to tend to my wound. I flinched in pain as he did it until I felt sleepy again.

"I'm sleepy."

"Yeah you should rest." He smiled weakly, "We don't have to go to Superdome-"

"No I wanna do this. I wanna go." I mumbled.

"But Flo-"

"Please Mikey."

He sighed, "Okay. But you need to sleep for a while."

I nodded and slept while he tended to my wound. An hour later, I woke up with my right hand being bandaged and on a small table beside my bed. Michael held my bandaged hand while he used his other hand as support for his head. He slept beside my bed, with his head leaning on the table. I then groaned, causing him to wake up as well.

"Flo." He said, looking at my face intently to check on me, "You feel better now?"

"Um yeah. I guess I am."

"Did you eat already before I arrived?"

I shook my head. I haven't had lunch nor dinner today.

"I have McDonald's with me." He said as he placed my wounded hand on the bed with a pillow as a support. He then took the McDonald's and placed them on the small table beside my bed. He then took extra pillows and placed them on my head for me to sit up.

"Mikey, I'm not sick."

"I know."

"Then why are you doing this?"

"You said you wanna go to the Superdome rooftop. So that's why."

I sighed in defeat. There's no use in debating with Michael. It's my choice to go, not his. He then lifted my wounded hand and the pillow and placed it on his leg. He sat on the edge of the bed and took the spoon and fork to feed me.

"Mikey, you know I can do-"

"Your hand is injured. You can't do it."

I sighed again then decided to be silent. He then fed me with fries, fried chicken, and spaghetti. Afterwards, he called the hotel again for coffee and the coffee arrived with hot water few seconds later. He then mixed the coffee with hot water then sat back on the bed.

"Drink it." He said as he blew it gently then helped me in drinking it. After drinking the coffee, he let me dress up while he was outside, waiting. After I finished dressing up, I went out and Michael locked the door for me. We then walked going to the Superdome rooftop.