Chapter Thirty-Four: When She Gets Hurt

Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis

***o***

When she gets hurt…

"Edison Sweet. Can I please just see my girlfriend?" Eddie was tapping his palms nervously on the desk.

"Age?"

"Why does it matter?! Please. I just got the call. I need to see her."

"Who?"

"Patricia Williamson!"

"Sir, calm down, she's perfectly fine. Some bruises, a few broken bones. Not much damage."

"Listen lady, it's not a big deal to you, but I really want to be there for her."

"You're not going to get anywhere with sass like that." The woman retorted, nodding her head when Eddie's face filled with surprise at her words. "Just sit down, we'll ask you some questions, then I promise you'll be led to her room. In the mean time we have a group of doctors in there making sure everything is still okay."

"Useless." Eddie mumbled before stalking away to an available chair.

"Mr. Sweet?" A doctor walked towards Eddie moments after he had sat down. The doctor fixed his rubber gloves and pulled the pen out from behind his ear.

"Yeah that's me." Eddie sighed.

"Okay, we need to ask you a few questions about Patricia."

"Sur- Wait! Her dad's upstairs. He probably knows more than me!"

"We are confirming the information he gave us." The doctor explained. "Now, to start, according to Mr. Williamson, he has not been a large part of her life, is that correct?"

"Yeah." Eddie sighed. "He shipped her off to boarding school when she was elven."

"And her present age?"

"Her father couldn't answer that?"

"Sir, this is corroboration. The more you cooperate, the quicker you'll see her."

"Fine. She just turned 18."

"When?"

Eddie shook his head. "February 10."

"Oh did you have a party?"

"What kind of question is that? I really just want to see my girlfriend."

"Just a final question." The doctor promised. "Does she have any children?"

"We're 18!"

"Yes, but you are her boyfriend."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." The doctor shook his head. "It just seemed more likely because of that fact."

"Well it's not. Now, please-"

"Yes, follow me to her room." Eddie gratefully followed the annoying doctor down several halls until he was in front of a section of rooms. "You may enter."

"Uh, thanks?" Eddie shrugged, opening the door, thankful to get rid of the creepy doctor.

"Hi son." Mr. Williamson nodded at Eddie when he walked into the room. "She's fine, I-"

"Yeah, can you just give us a minute?" After seeming to think about it for a while, Mr. Williamson finally stood up and exited Patricia's hospital room. "Hi." Eddie kept the small smile on his face in an attempt to cover up how much her state broke his heart. Machines hooked up to her bruised arms, a gash across her forehead, and her foot in a cast. True, it could've been worse, but Eddie was torn apart to see her laying there even the slightest bit incapable of helping herself.

"Hi." Patricia grinned when he sat down on the edge of the bed.

"You alright?"

Patricia looked down at her arms. "Sure?" Which received a laugh from both of them.

"I'm sorry." Eddie buried his face in his hands. "I should've taken you-"

"Eddie, I'm fine."

"Yeah but that's it Yacker. You're fine now. This one time. And if you weren't – man I just can't live without you. Promise me you'll never get in the car with him again."

"He's my dad."

"Just please, promise me." Eddie begged.

"Promise." Patricia whispered, casting her eyes downward.

"Thank you." Eddie brushed her red hair out of her eyes. "I love you."

"It was really scary." Patricia admitted. "I mean like, I really didn't think I was going to make it out alive."

"It was a small car crash, you're fine." Eddie held her tighter, as he listened to the words come from his mouth. He was so thankful he could say that.

"I was thinking about you though." Patricia looked up at him with her beautiful blue-green eyes that he knew he would've missed more than anything. "It was sort of stupid, but I mean my family was with me. You were the one person I knew would care if I didn't make it. That entire time, I was sort of just thinking about your voice and your hair, and… you. It helped calm me down."

"I wish I had been there."

"In the car crash? You are the only person who would ever say that." Patricia laughed.

"I just wish I had been there to hold you."

"You're here now, unbroken. You know that if we were both in that crash, and only one of us made it…"

"I know." Eddie placed a kiss on her bruised shoulder that was peeking out from under her hospital gown. "That would've sucked."

"That helps." Patricia told him.

"I figured." Eddie smiled then placed a trail of kisses down her right arm. "Better?"

"Yeah." She whispered, before her hand found his. "Thank you."

"Of course."

"And thanks for saving me… metaphorically speaking."

"Of course." Eddie said again with a smile. "You don't know how worried I was."

"Yes I do." She laughed. "The lady from the front desk came up here."

"And?"

"She said there was a lost boy looking for me and that he seemed like he was frantic enough to rip off someone's head."

"She's an excellent observer."

"That much I got." Patricia laughed, before kissing his cheek lightly, and just being thankful that he was there, and she was there, and everything was proving to be okay.

…kiss all of her wounds

***o***

A/N: Thank you so much to Bloodyravenheart13 for that idea! It was really great, and while I loved all of your ideas, I had to narrow it down, and I had a good idea for this, so thank you! I appreciate it! Tell me what you guys thought!

~Grace