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“That boy is here again?” A nurse whispered to her coworker after she did her rounds and she nodded in response.
“I thought he was banned from visitation after he almost broke that boy’s wrist in the hallway.”
Her coworker frowned. “I let him in sometimes. There’s just something about his face that breaks my heart. And besides,” she snuck a peek at the purple-haired boy leaned up against the wall beside the patient’s door. “He never goes in anyway.”
The other nurse looked at the lone figure and felt a similar pity. In the beginning, the boy had shown up white as a sheet, fists clenched and rooted to the spot in the patient's room as if he was at a loss as to what to do. He ended up walking out without getting close to the bed, and since then they had never seen him go in the room. Instead, he stayed close to the door, arms crossed, face blank, and stared at the floor. If she was sleeping, he’d look through the small glass panel on the door and stare for a bit before leaving.
The nurses watched as he straightened after 20 min or so like he usually did and walk down the bright hallway and their eyes widened as the door opened.
A young girl in a hospital gown walked out, albeit slowly as she wheeled an IV bag connected to her wrist beside her. The other arm was in a cast and a gauze covered her upper right forehead.
“Excuse me?” A lilting voice came out of her mouth.
The boy froze.
“Wait a second,” the girl said as he began to walk again.
“Ma’am you shouldn’t-” one of the nurses stood up in alarm.
The girl’s hand was outstretched to grab the back of the boy’s shirt but instead, she stumbled, yelping at the soreness of her ribs.
“Are you fucking stupid??” a voice growled. She looked up to see grey eyes startlingly close to her. The boy had whipped around in time to catch her forearms before her knees hit the ground. He gently lowered her as she studied his face.
“Why do you never come in?” she questioned. His eyes flickered downward.
Why is his face so familiar? She felt the urge to trace the plane of his nose, the curve of his cheek.
“I think - I think you’re someone important to me…right?” Silence.
“I’m sorry, I’m really trying to remember, I’m so sorry," she continued in a small voice.
This time he sighed. He glanced up and frowned at the gauze on her face and hesitantly lifted a hand to run his thumb lightly over it before tucking some loose hair behind her ear.
The nurses watched the scene unfolding in front of them. The girl was on her knees, eyes widened in surprise. The boy was kneeling in front of her and one of his hands had travelled up to lightly hold her wrist.
When he finally met her eyes, she felt an overwhelming urge to cry. The corners of his lips had turned upward to give her a sarcastic smile, one that felt oddly familiar to her, but his eyes held an emotion that reminded her of broken glass. She felt her heart ache in her chest.
Who are you?