Keith felt giddy on the drive to the hospital. Much like a child in a candy shop, or a dog to a new bone. Now sat in the waiting area of the hospital, tapping his foot impatiently.
Shiro was at the car park, ready to drive down to the entrance when Keith and Heath made their way out the doors.
Soon, an elevator opened and out walked Heath and a man around Keith's age. He was talking with his father, smiling nodding his head. Heath looked around the large room, panic slowly starting to rise on the man's face. Keith waved his arms, making his way to the pair.
The younger man noticed, tapping Heath's arm, and pointing Keith out in the crowd. His smile widened, leaning forward to shake hands with Keith.
"You must be Mr. Kogane's son. I'm Xavier, I was your father's nurse while he stayed here. He is a wonderful man, I'm happy to have been his nurse while he was here." Keith shook his hand, startled by the cheerful tone of the male nurse. Xavier handed Keith a paper; explaining the results of his father's psychoanalysis and medication that Keith would have to pick up from their nearest drug store.
"Well, that's the last of the papers you should be getting from us for a while. Oh, and don't worry about hospital bills; those are being paid for by the government. A failsafe for those who may not have family, so you don't have to worry about that, at least." Keith nodded, awkwardly shuffling on his feet.
"Thank you.. for taking care of him." Xavier froze for a second, something foreign crossing his face. He smiled, soft and, dare Keith to say.. sad? " 'Ts no problem, it's my job for a reason. I like helping people."
The men parted ways, and father and son made their way to the entrance.
"Like I said yesterday, we are gonna stay at Shiro's for a while. He has a spare room that you can take. I'm taking the couch." Heath looked over to Keith, something dark sturring, and Keith hurriedly continued. "The apartment only has two rooms, and I would rather you get the bed than have to go back to the hospital with back problems. If I need to, I can make a pallet on the floor and pray Kosmo leaves me alone at night."
Heath grunted something, sounding suspiciously like 'damn smart-ass boy,' and Keith took that as Heath giving and settled the argument. The men stood outside, waiting for Shiro to come and pick them up.
Shiro was anxious to meet Heath. Or Tex, because Keith said that everyone called him that when he was younger. Shiro knew he had no reason to be nervous; Keith would go hours talking about how gentle he was, how kind and approachable he was to new people. Or, well, Shiro took that back. Keith said his father was protective of his son.
Shiro could imagine, Keith mentioning something stupid Shiro did in the Garrison, and Heath using it to strike at every flaw Shiro had. Even the ones that Shiro himself didn't even know about.
He turned a corner, coming to the front of the hospital. There stood Keith, and what Shiro could only describe as 250 pounds of pure Texan muscle. Shiro gulped, stopping the car.
"Did someone order an uber?" What?! Why would you say that?
Hello, and welcome to the long awaited chapter! I am so sorry that it has taken this long for this to get out, but I am already working on the next chapter, so expect that sooner than this one. With that said, I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far, and I will see you next time.
-Blue