For Tomorrow - McLennon AU

2.

2nd November, 1955

Paul awoke the next morning, surrounded by a group of around 3 nurses and one doctor. Mimi was one of the four, and immediately as noticed the boy began to awaken.

"Stop." She ordered her work colleagues, obviously sensing Paul's anxiousness to the unfamiliar people around him.

"W-What...?" He whispered out, nervously.

"Paul, these are my co-workers. You've got a sprained foot, love, so we're putting your foot into a cast for you. Is that okay?"

"M... Mhm." Paul replied, still weary. "Will... Will it hurt?"

"No, darlin'. Your foot and leg is numb, correct?"

"Yeah..."

"You should be alright then" She smiled.

The four of them began to move around the room, one of the nurses bringing over a cast. Paul didn't know why it would take four of them to put a cast on him, but then again, there was a lot of things he didn't know.

For a start, he had no clue how in hell he ended up 64 years in the past.

But right now he didn't want to think about it, instead staying silent and watching as they all moved around his foot. He couldn't help but watch, as they all looked so casual, and normal. Unlike Paul, who felt like a complete mess.

"There. All done." She smiled, dismissing the other nurses and the doctor.

Once they had all left, Mimi headed over to the window, opening it up to ventilate the room. She gazed out of it for a while, before speaking once again.

"See, that wasn't too bad, was it dear?"

"No..."

The woman walked back over to Paul, her face looking more serious and concerned than before. She pulled up a chair next to him, leaning her throat.

"Paul, I know that the last thing you probably want to be doing when you're in so much pain is discussin' what happened to you and what you remember... But love, I am afraid that I'm going to have to ask you."

Paul stayed silent, his brain feeling like it was spinning once again.

What in the world was he going to tell her?

Was he going to tell her the truth and end up in some old 50's mental asylum? Or was he going to make up a lie that he would end up adding onto, causing it to turn into a spiral of lies and after a short while he'd forget certain lies he told and get caught and called untrustworthy?

Both of those options did not appeal to Paul at all, which only left one more.

Play the 'brain dead' card...

"Darlin', I'm afraid it's either talking to me or to the police..." She spoke, sadly.

"Police?" His eyes widened.

"Yes. Because your case was so... Odd, they have started an investigation..."

Oh fuck!

"...They wanted to interview you as soon as you woke up, but I told them that you probably wouldn't want to be greeted with 2 policemen at your bedside when you opened your eyes."

And she was right, he probably would have passed out again.

"Am I in trouble?" He barely whispered out.

"No, no of course not dear! They just need to find out whatever happened to you, and find your family."

Paul winced at the word 'family'. There was no way in hell that the officers would find his family, not here anyway.

"O-Okay. I'll answer them."

It's not like he had a choice really. It was either Mimi or some police officers, and Paul would definitely much rather have Mimi. She was sweet, and he knew she would take her time.

With a nod, she reached into Paul's bedside table, bringing out a pen and notepad.

"Alright, sweetie. Can I start with how old you are? Do you remember your age?"

"13- Wait no. I'm 14. I was 14 in June, yeah..." He basically reminded himself.

"Right. What day in June?"

"The 18th..."

"18th, June, 1941..." She read aloud to herself, as she scribbled the writing down on the paper.

No, 18th of June, 2005...

"Do you remember your second name?"

This is where everything could go wrong. Did he lie and say another name? Or did he continue to act like he had no idea...

"I- I don't remember."

"That's alright." She reassured him, not suspecting anything. "What about your family? You said something about your mum and dad and... Mike?"

"Mhm..."

"Do you know where you last saw them?"

"N-No." He stuttered out.

"Do you know when you last saw any of them? And what their names are?"

"A long time ago... A-And Mary and Jim." Paul answered, immediately regretting not sticking to his plan.

It's not like they'd find them anyway though.

"Alright." She nodded.

She began to write more things down on the notepad, but Mimi wasn't the only one with questions.

"Do... Do you know where they put my clothes. When they changed me?"

"Yes. They are in my locker." She nodded. "Do you want me to go and get them for you?"

"Yes please..."

With a short nod and a smile, she stood up.

"Thanks for the information, Paul. I may have to ask more either later on or tomorrow, as I have more patients to check up on. But don't worry, it's 3:15 so John should be here any time now to keep you company."

He was glad that John was going to be there. He felt very alone, and although Mimi was lovely, he needed somebody to talk to who was around his age. Maybe he could even learn some things from him about 1955.

"Alright."

"I'll just go and grab your clothes, hun."

And with those words, Paul was alone once more, trying to think of what the hell he was going to do. But more importantly, how he was going to get back home.