They could've gone on like this for a long time, and perhaps even do more. But unfortunately, since Aline had entered the hospital with unknown symptoms, it is of course great news when she has returned to normal.
"You're OK?" a nurse, who entered the room at that moment, commented right before she left the room to call the doctors.
"Oh boy..." Olivier mumbled.
But Aline knew just what to say: "Don't worry! They'll probably just observe me for the rest of the day, but I'll be just fine. Don't worry!"
"Are you sure?" Olivier would rather stay a little longer, but Aline made it clear to him that that wasn't an option, though he could tell from looking into her eyes that she would want it to be different as well. Once the doctors had entered the room, though, he was more or less thrown out of the room. Somebody else had to make the decision for him. There wasn't much else he could do, so he walked through the hallway, in order to leave.
For the first time in his life, his mind was completely clear. Somehow, even when hearing the radio or the TV that some of the patients were watching or listening to, nothing could help him to think about something else.
"... had lost the game with a 0-3..."
"... that has been raging for many years..."
"... that is going on between Nathan Petrelli and..."
"... should we do! He's dead!..."
He heard it all, but somehow it didn't help him to keep his mind straight. In his mind he was still with her back in the room, continuing what they started. Though... that didn't last long until he remembered he had to meet with Mary back at school. He wanted to wish himself there, but decided he'd better cut Aline some slack. So he had to find a good excuse to be late at their meeting.
"You? What are you doing here?" a familiar voice said.
Olivier looked up, to see that it was a classmate of his. A guy from Holland, a Dutchman, of which Olivier was surprised to meet him here.
"Probably the same thing as you are." Olivier answered, staying relatively calm "Visiting someone."
"You know." the guy said, "You're very tense the whole time. You should relax a little more!"
Olivier had already found a way to relax, and though he was curious about what the guy had to say, he had no time to listen. But the Dutchman seemed to insist that Olivier would listen.
"I may have something that would interest you." the Dutchman said, as he took a piece of paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and showed it to Olivier. He looked at it. It was a sort of leaflet, printed from the internet by the looks of it. It had a picture of a blond girl on it, barely dressed, and staring at whoever's looking at the picture. There was some info underneath the picture, which Olivier wanted to read, just when the Dutchman continued speaking.
"She would do anything you want her to! She'll strip, she'll dance,... anything you can think of! As long as you pay her enough! What do you say?"
All Olivier could say was: "Isn't that the girl from 'Final Destination'?"
"I wouldn't know." the Dutchman replied, "I don't really like horror movies. Think they're disgusting."
Olivier looked at him surprised: "You can watch porn every day, and you think horror is disgusting?"
"Er... yeah??" the Dutchman didn't seem to get this remark at all, but didn't seem to care much either, "Anyway... she would do anything you want her to! She'll strip, she'll dance,... anything you can think of! As long as you pay her enough! What do you say?"
Olivier didn't look at the Dutchman, and started to walk away as he answered: "That you sound like a broken record."
He didn't care much about what the Dutchman thought of him now that he made that remark. He fumbled the leaflet, and started looking for a bin to throw this in. Next time Olivier hears or reads names like either 'Niki' or 'Sanders', he won't look at them the way he once did. Once he threw it in a bin, the next thought occurred to him: that it's not bad enough that he receives spam on his e-mail address, and now he receives it in person. The latter appeared a lot worse, because it has been a waste of his time. Although, what happened next almost made Olivier glad that he had run into the Dutchman.
The corridor he was in ended into another corridor, where a small group of doctors and/or nurses were walking through, along with a typical hospital-bed on wheels. Whoever was lying on it, was dead, since his or her face was covered with a sheet as well. What surprised Olivier most however was that Mary was with them, carrying around a bag that had 'Sterling Books' printed on it, which was a shop in downtown Brussels. And though she appeared to be crying, she didn't sound like it. The group had passed by Olivier, without even noticing him. Olivier would love to know who died. He hadn't thought it yet, and there suddenly was a drought, that blew the sheet away. When that happened, Olivier could see the body's face: it was Henry, Mary's brother! He's dead! But she said earlier that he would be just fine! Did she kill him? If so, then why did it take her three hours to pull it off? And why is she carrying a bag of a local book store? Olivier had no answers at the ready. But if anything, he knew for sure that he'd better hurry back to the school building, so she wouldn't see that he was in the hospital at the same time as she was.