Wow, the past two chapters have been ridiculously short. I'm sorry about that. It seems I can't produce a long chapter unless they're together…weird. Anyway, I'm rambling now so I should get on with the chapter! I decided to give all my faithful readers a treat, and you all get four chapters in a row! Yay!
I tossed my clothes haphazardly into my suitcase, which would set anyone off because I'm probably the neatest person in my family. There was a knock, then a click, then Uncle Peter walked in.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked accusingly, and I barely shot him even a glance as I zipped up my suitcase and went for my jacket. "Robert, answer me!"
"I'm going to see Lily," I said with a tone of finality, talking like the business owner Uncle Peter had been training me to be.
"That girl that's staying with you?" he asked incredulously, and threw down a magazine on the bed. "'Heir of Fischer Morrow with new girlfriend?'" I gave him a look and glanced down at the picture. It was the one from when we were in the park and I had my arm around her waist, Scruff frozen in a vicious bark.
"I can read, Uncle Pete."
"This girl is going to ruin your reputation Robert!" I stopped moving and looked at him.
"This girl," I said, mocking his tone of voice, "was shot last night! She is in the hospital and she needs me!"
"No," he said firmly and I stared at him in shock. "You have too much to do here, Robert. You're staying." I felt my face twist into a scowl.
"You're not my father, so I'm going." I snatched up my suitcase and slipped my arm through the jacket, walking out the door with Uncle Peter hot on my tail telling me all the reasons I shouldn't leave. I stood in the elevator with him listing all the reasons why I should kick Lily out and forget about her, and finally we made it out onto the landing pad, where Frank was already waiting with the jet.
"She's just a girl, Robert!" he finally shouted from his spot by the stairs, and I turned around with a deep frown on my face.
"No, she's Lily," I said simply, then turned on my heel and walked onto the jet, poking my head into the cockpit.
"I want to meet her," a voice said before I could even open my mouth, and I turned to see Uncle Peter sitting down on the couch. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "What? She's obviously important to you, so I want to meet her." I pursed my lips, about to say that she's not important to me, when I realized that she is important to me. She's very important to me, in fact. I sighed and looked back at Frank.
"Get to Paris as fast as you can."
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I stood awkwardly next to Uncle Peter in the elevator of the hospital, glancing down at my watch for about the fiftieth time. The man next to me shifted uncomfortably and threw me a sideways glance before clearing his throat.
"So, what's this Lily girl like?" I could tell he was trying to sound interested, but there was that hint of irritation in his voice that I knew all too well.
"You'll see," was all I said, smirking a little at the way he tensed. Uncle Peter hated answers that were blunt and straightforward. "Oh, don't get offended if she seems a little insensitive at first. It's just because she doesn't know you." He nodded a little as the elevator dinged on our floor. We walked out and I started in the direction of the room I had been told Lily was in.
"Is she nice?"
"Once you get to know her." He grunted a little and I could hear a familiar voice shouting down the hall. A smile appeared and I walked a little faster, hearing Uncle Peter practically jogging to keep up. I stopped in front of her doorway and saw her sitting upright in bed with a bandage around her upper arm. She was fully dressed, which was odd. She looked good, if not a little tired.
"For the last fr-eaking time, I feel perfectly fine. I'm telling you, I can go home."
"And I'm telling you Liliana," one of the nurses shot back, "you need to rest and let your wound heal! You were mere centimeters away from losing all feeling in that arm!"
"I need to feed Scruff! He might eat the neighbor if I don't!" There was a chuckle and I saw Eames sitting with Arthur on one of the chairs, clearly enjoying the argument. Lily's stormy gray eyes locked on me and she froze, a wide grin spreading across her face. "Robert!" She hopped off of the bed (despite the nurse's protests) and ran up to me, wrapping her arms around me. I sighed a little with relief, glad that she was okay.
"Hey Lily," I said, burying my face in her shoulder. She smelled like vanilla, just like always. She pulled back and scowled, slapping my shoulder with her good arm.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she questioned. "You should be in Sydney."
"Arthur called me," Arthur face palmed as Lily shot him a death glare, "and told me you were shot. I was worried."
"Well I'm fine, the stupid nurse just won't let me leave." The aforementioned nurse didn't bother hiding the scowl.
"You've only been here a day and you're already upsetting the nurses," Eames scolded. "Shame on you." Lily responded by giving him a rather rude hand gesture, which the Brit returned eagerly. All that he received in return was a smack from his boyfriend.
"When can I go home?" Lily asked, turning on her bare heel to look at the nurse. The latter gave me an exhausted look and I smirked.
"In a few days, Liliana. You really need your rest," she replied, her voice nicer than before. Lily sighed and blew a piece of hair out of her face before stalking over to the bed and sitting down, pulling the blanket up to her stomach. "Good girl. I'll be back in a bit to check your bandage." I smirked and nodded at the nurse, sitting next to Lily on the bed. The blonde craned her head, waiting for a few seconds before grabbing me by the tie and pulling me down close.
"You gotta get me outta here. I swear there's something in the food! I'm going to go crazy!" I looked over to Eames, who grinned.
"She really doesn't like hospitals." I nodded and looked back at Lily, who had a wild look in her eyes. I took hold of her face and looked her square in the eye.
"Lily, you are going to be fine, okay?" She nodded a little and returned my tie back to its original way. I smiled and hugged her a little. "I'm going to go make sure Scruff is okay, then I'm going to come straight back here." She nodded again.
"Sorry about the spaz attack." I smirked a little and shrugged.
"I've seen worse. I'll be back, okay?" She nodded for the third time and gave me a dazzling smile.
"I'll be waiting." I felt the corners of my mouth turn upward, and I turned on my heel, walking out of the hotel room.
"You didn't even come in," I said irritably to Uncle Peter, heading back towards the elevator. "I thought you wanted to meet her." He shrugged.
"I didn't want to interrupt," he said stiffly and I rolled my eyes, leaning against the wall of the elevator as it slowly started down towards the first floor. "She seems nice." I nodded and made a small sound in the back of my throat, staring at the numbers that slowly dwindled down to one.
"I advise that you go back to Sydney and take care of everything. Like I said before, I'm staying." I held up a hand as he opened his mouth and gave him a stern look. "That's final, Uncle Peter." He let out a breath through his nose and we exited the elevator.
"I know I said she was nice," Uncle Peter said softly as we walked out into the parking lot. "But I can tell she is nothing but trouble. You better watch out around her, Robert." I raised an eyebrow and nodded a little.
"Yeah, sure. Okay." Uncle Peter turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction, making me sigh and shake my head.
Uncles.
