Creature - |H.S.|

Fifteen

Harry

"I'm here to see a patient by the name of Allison Parker." The chill from the hospital creeps it's way up my spine and makes me shiver. I hate the way this uncomfortable chill makes me feel. The aseptic smell of the health center mixes with a distracting smell of flowers and pointless hope. There's nothing that I hate more than this.

The middle aged nurse who sits at the desk in front of me lets her fingers type on the keyboard while squinting her eyes through her glasses. Her brown hair is pulled in a low ponytail while her bangs cover her creased forehead as she stares at the monitor. Colorful cartoon rabbits cover her scrubs, making her look rather approachable. At least her scrubs look a little more inviting. The nurses at the institution only wore splintering white scrubs.

"And what is your relation to Miss Parker?" she asks while glancing up at me through her silver frames.

I hesitate before slouching my shoulders, putting on a sad face in hopes to convince her. I drop my head and sigh while leaning against the white cold desk, letting one of my hands to go to my hair as the other lays in front of me.

"I-I'm her boyfriend.." I shake my head and bring my sad and convincing eyes to hers. "She got mugged last night in front of a club. I was on the way to pick her up and then... I got the phone call," I suck in a sharp breath, placing my pointer finger and thumb at the bridge of my nose. I shut my eyes tightly as if I'm about to break down just from thinking about it.

"I understand," the nurse says apologetically before standing up and placing a hand on my arm that lays in front of her on the desk. "She's in room 206 right down the hall. Go down the hall and take your first right. She's the third room of the left," she gives me a soft smile and squeezes my arm.

"Thank you," I nod and pull my arm away before continuing down the hall towards her room. I shake my shoulders once I disappear from the nurse's sight and push my hair behind my ears. I put my hands in my jacket pockets and stroll away from the nurses station. At least she believed it.

The sound of footsteps and beeping monitors fill my ears as I shuffle down the hallway. Nurses go in and out of the rooms as patients lay helplessly in their beds, looking as miserable as ever. The unappetizing smell of food trays linger out of the rooms as patients eat their lunches. My stomach turns at the smell and I swallow a lump that blocks my throat, feeling sick all of a sudden. God I hate hospitals.

When I reach room 206 I notice the door is cracked opened enough for me to see the girl laying in the bed. Her blonde hair lays sprawled on the pillow as she sits up watching the tv hung on the wall across from her. She has a bandage wrapped around her shoulder with a monitor above her making an annoying and bothersome beeping noise.

I step closer to the door and knock before entering, not waiting for any kind of invitation. The girl quickly whips her head towards me and gives me a confused look. As she should, she doesn't know who the hell I am. Not to mention I don't look very friendly. I wear a black leather jacket over a white V-neck shirt paired with black jeans. My long hair sits just at my shoulders, looking ragged as ever. I probably look like hell too. I haven't gotten any sleep and I'm sure the bags under my eyes look rather unappealing.

"W-who-" she squeaks while sitting up farther in the hospital bed.

"I have a few questions for you Allison," I start while striding over towards her, pulling a chair over and placing it right next to her bed. I sit down and lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

"How do you know my name?" she looks more worried now, as if I'm the one who shot her last night. I could have, but it wasn't me this time.

"I have my ways, but that's not important right now. I need to know what you saw last night at Big Top," I say while clenching my jaw.