After I Met You

22

Sitting in the waiting room at a hospital for hours was exhausting. Every single time a doctor would come through those doors I'd just pray that they would bring information about Logan and what the hell happened tonight.

All the doctors would tell me though was that they needed a parent there before they'd be able to give any information. They said that five hours ago and his parents still weren't here. What kind of bullshit parents does he have?

"This is ridiculous." I mutter, putting my face into my hands. "How are his parents not here yet? Don't they give a shit about him at all?"

My eyes are so heavy from the lack of sleep I've gotten. Xavier tried to persuade me hours ago to go home and get some sleep, but what if something happened to him? I'm not going to leave him alone in a hospital with nobody here for him.

"Do they live close?" Xavier asks. He puts his arm around my neck and rubs up and down my shoulder gently with his fingertips. "Maybe they had to fly here. Who knows. I'm sure they'll be here though."

I shrug my shoulders and stare down at my feet. Eventually I find myself glancing up towards the clock on the big, white wall of the hospital. I watch the little black arrow tick around in a circle three times until Xavier nudges me.

"I think you need to go and get some sleep."

"I'm not leaving." I reply. "There's no way in hell i'm leaving him here with no one."

"Okay..." he sighs. "If you don't want to leave then can you at least agree to let me get you some coffee and something to eat? Please?"

I meekly nod my head and watch him rise from the plastic chair beside me. He hasn't left my side the entire night, and I'm so grateful to have him here with me. Not many guys would be okay with waiting to see if the man who is in love with their girlfriend turns out okay.

Giving my hand a gentle squeeze, he wanders off down the hallway in search of food. I hadn't even realized how hungry I was until just now. My stomach rumbles, so I clutch my stomach to try and make it quieter.

After another few minutes or so, a man and a woman enter into the lobby. I know it's Logan's parents just from the sight of them. His dad is wearing a Rolex around his wrist with a leather jacket and expensive looking jeans, and his mom is carrying a Louis Vuitton bag with a pair of bug eyed sunglasses covering her eyes with bleach blonde hair.

"Where is my son?" His mother can hardly choke out, slamming her coffee cup down onto the counter. I can see her pink manicured nails all the way from here. It's nice to know she cares at least.

"What is the patient's last name?" The receptionist asks in annoyance.

"James." She sneers. "Why the hell weren't we contacted sooner?"

"Darling, it's okay." His father wraps his arm around his mother and brings her closer to him.

"Okay? Our son is in the hospital again and we weren't contacted until hours after he got here. You think that's okay?"

Again?

"A nurse will be out shortly." The receptionist says. "Please just take a seat over there and she will be out to get you."

His mother looks in my direction before she gives the receptionist a dirty glare and makes her way over to the area I'm sitting in.

I rise to my feet awkwardly when they both reach me and muster up the best smile I can. "Hi." I stick my hand out, regretting the fact that my nails aren't painted. I can see the look of disapproval written all over his mothers face.