So this chapter is pitifully short...I try to do this thing where I never upload/publish a chapter that is less than 1,000 words, because I feel it is a waste of time to read anything else. But this had to be cut off at 600-odd words, so I apologize in advance.
Also, who's proud? I successfully updated on a Monday!
Previously on PWMTBK Chapter 6...
Although he tried to stay awake and on the phone, soon the pull of unconsciousness was too strong. Almost knocked out because of the cold, he worried about what the lady on the other side of the phone thought. He hoped they didn't think it was just a lame, not thought out prank call. He mumbled something that maybe sounded like sorry to the lady for falling asleep, but he didn't quite catch her response because he was already out like a light. He hoped the lady would follow through on her promise that he wouldn't die on her watch, but he didn't have very much experiences with promises that were kept, so he wasn't holding out for much.
Waking up in the hospital freezing his arse off in an uncomfortable bed wearing nothing but his underwear was not an item on the black haired boy's bucket list. But he guessed he could cross it off on the list of things he never wanted to experience again. He was appreciative that the lady had kept her promise. He wasn't really in the mood for dying. Groaning, he opened his eyes and was immediately blinded by the bright sterile lights of the hospital. Hoping this wasn't some version of heaven, he looked around his surroundings. There weren't many people in this section of the hospital, and they were all sleeping. Including his sister who was sleeping in the chair by his bed. He supposed he should be grateful that someone cared enough about him to check that he wasn't frozen to death, but at the moment, he wasn't feeling very grateful for anything. Especially his lack of clothing. He shivered, and tried to bring the sheets up closer to his chin, but that action left his feet uncovered. Even at his condensed height the sheets were too small. With a sigh, he searched for his clothing, which weren't the best things to be wearing right now, but he felt very exposed dressed in only his underwear.
After a quick sweep of his room, he found no clothes, no food, no heater, and no nothing. He was unbearably cold and wished that someone would come in with some hot chocolate, or maybe even some pants. The dark haired boy didn't think that pants would be too uncalled for in this situation.
He waited a little longer before his discomfort had him shifting in the bed, looking for the warmest position for his body. His moving must have woken up his sister, because she was looking up at him with bleary eyes. He tried to ignore the dark circles under her eyes, but he couldn't. She must have stayed up half the night worried about him.
Finally she appeared awake enough to realize that her brother was awake, and not dead, so she threw her arms around his neck. He made a sound of surprise, no one voluntarily touched him except his sister, and he was still not used to her abrupt gestures of affection. He awkwardly patted her back and smoothed her hair, which was a mess after her impromptu nap in the hospital chair.
When he drew back from the hug, he could see her eyes were brimming with tears. He wiped her cheeks with the pad of his thumb, and tried to smile. But his lips were very chapped and cold, so it probably turned out as more of a grimace. He was also reminded of the warm coat his sister was wearing, and he unconsciously shivered again. Following his gaze, his sister seemed to realize that he was still very cold, so she took off her jacket and draped it over his shaking shoulders. Mumbling a thanks, he pulled the jacket closer together until he was completely wrapped up in a combination of the ineffective sheets and his sister's coat. He was finally getting feeling back in his toes and fingers.
He watched as his sister got up from her chair, and stretched, popping something in her back that must have felt good, because she stood up straighter now. She walked out into the hallway, probably looking for a nurse. He didn't need a nurse. The dark haired boy was fine now. He was out of the cold, and had a means of getting home. All he really needed were his clothes.
Sulking, he didn't see the newcomer until he was right in front of the bed. The dark haired boy peeked through his blanket cocoon at the legs of his nurse. They were clad in jeans, and weren't actually girls' legs. It was a guy nurse. Hoping that he might at least get a hot nurse, the dark haired boy looked up through his bangs at the face of his nurse. And into the gaze of the last person he thought he would ever see face-to-face.
OMG! Who could it be?! Not that big a cliffhanger, but I wanted to end it here. Last chapter is next, but it's even shorter...you'll understand when you read it.