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Where was Kaz?
He had raced down the corridor only a few minutes ago, yet the wait felt like an eternity. Kaz's running steps faded out his hearing, leaving only a eerily silent hospital. Even the hum of the equipment provided little comfort. Oliver stood where he was, looking over her. The blood that was puddled besides her limp form made him cringe, yet along with that he felt a sense of protection. Of worry.
As his eyes looked over her from afar, did he take notice of her jet black hair, tied up in a clumsy ponytail. Her face held a scratch on her cheek and and above her eye looked like a scar was hiding. She wore a skin tight suit, shiny black. Her boots were much the same, shiny and black. Her limp hand besides the puddle, was bare, while the other, laying on her stomach wore a dark open fingered leather glove. Oliver stepped closer, catching sight of a letter on her glove.
N.
In white the letter was, and looked as though it were sown into the glove. Not possibly sown, but something else...
N.
The letter seemed to mock his confused thoughts, staring at him just as he stared at it. His mind raced with all the super heroes he had read about, and yet he found nothing that matched her. Appearance or otherwise, nothing fit. Nothing made sense. Confusion was unsettling, and the frustration of being unable to help gnawed at him inside. With a quick glance at her, Oliver turned towards the corridor.
"Kaz" Oliver could hear his own worried voice echo down the corridor.
"Kaz." Oliver said louder.
"Kaz!" shouted Oliver. No reply was heard. Not even the sound of entering steps.
With a shallow breath, Oliver turned back to her, looking at her. Keeping his eyes on her, he walked towards her, and knelt by her form, looking at her. Taking her gloved hand, he turned her palm upwards, and searched along her wrist for a pulse. It was on his fourth try that he finally got something. A soft, light pulse.
Not nothing.
But barely something.
Looking around, Oliver caught the sight of a nearby stretcher. He looked back at her, her skin seemed to look paler then before. Oliver was about to put his hand under her neck, when his ears caught the light sound of oncoming steps.
Kaz!
"Kaz!" Oliver shouted in joy. He turned to her looking at her.
"You'll, you'll be okay" Oliver said softly. His hand squeezed hers quickly, hoping that that was enough reassurance. With that he stood up calling out his best friend's name once again.
Within seconds, Kaz's white coat was seen, flapping behind his running steps. Following were Horace, and two male nurses.
"Over here" Oliver said, as Kaz came to a stop by his best friend and Horace behind him. The two nurses slipped pass, gathering the girl in their arms and bringing to a nearby stretcher. Horace then cut his way between Oliver and Kaz, looking over her.
Oliver gave his best friend a light nudge, and Kaz turned to him, annoyance hinting in his eyes. But Oliver's eyes didn't leave Horace's face, and Kaz caught on, turning to look at the doctor. They both saw a flash of anger, possibly sadness linger in the doctor's eyes. But it quickly faded and they heard Horace's usual orders given to the nurses.
"Wait, why can't we just leave her here?" Kaz questioned, as the nurses pushed the stretcher away. It took Horace a short while to answer him. His thoughts seemed to be busying him.
"Her wounds are serious, there's not enough equipment out here to help her. We have to move her to one of the other rooms."
A pause came as Horace's explanation came to an end. His usual carefree and goofy smile disappeared from the doctor's face, replaced by a hardened expression. No knowing what to say, Kaz and Oliver stood, nervous in the silence. Horace's eyes stared at the ground, his face deep in thought.
"Uh..uhm..Horace?" Oliver asked, looking at the doctor.
"Horace." Kaz called loudly.
The doctor turned to look at the two boys.
"Oh, right, its late. You should go now"
"I actually going to ask-"
"You've stayed well after your shift. No go before your normo parents send tracking dogs down to hunt you." Horace interrupted.
"Normos don't do..." Oliver trailed off, seeing that Horace was already retreating to the corridor.
"Let's go" Kaz said, urging his friend towards the exit.
-x-
He opened the door to a room at the end of the corridor. It seemed isolated from the rest. Upon stepping in, he saw the nurse, moving a few things around the girl's bedside and fixing her blanket and pillow. Horace let go of the knob, letting the door swing closely.
"How's she?" Horace questioned.
"In stable condition now, sir" answered the nurse, writing up a few things on the clipboard. Horace nodded, then looked a the nurse.
"Can, you, give me a minute with the patient?" Horace asked.
The nurse nodded and left, closing the door behind her.
When the door had shut tightly did Horace take a seat by her bedside. The small room looked even smaller in the darkness, with only two chairs on the side and no TV. The equipment around her, and the bed took up most of the room.
Little moonlight came in through the open window, but a soft breeze blew the curtains hanging onto the brackets for dear life. Horace turned to look at the girl laying on the bed. He caught the soft lift of her chest as she breathed, and heard her breaths softly in the dark room. Horace looked over her, seeing the wound on her arm earlier was bandaged up.
Her other arm had an IV string in it. In the light of the moon, Horace caught the glove she wore.
N.
Horace set his jaw, and stared out of the window for a moment. In a moment he stood up quiet and walked over to the other side of the bed, next to her gloved hand. He lifted her hand gently, and pulled off her glove, as swiftly as he could. He gripped in the glove in his hand, shoving it into his pocket.
He stood at the end of her bed, staring at her as she slept. A moment more passed before Horace turned around and walked quietly to the door. He opened it and left.
The door clicked close.
Her eyes opened.
And that's it on for this chapter. I hope that everyone enjoys this. :D
Until next time, I promise I'll try to update as much as I can.
I hope once every week or so?
And till the next chapter, PBL.
