April 10, 2013
The hospitals waiting room, up on the fourth floor, was nothing but a blur of noise, tittering of nurses, police asking questions that he vaguely heard himself answering, and something else. A ringing that he didn't place, he would later on discover the calls made to his phone. Right now though Alexandre was alone and he didn't like it. The police had left, their questions answered though when or with what for answers the blond couldn't recall, the nurses were ignored. He couldn't look to them, or talk to them; he couldn't deal with the looks of pity they would surely be sending his way, or their whispering between one another. But he also couldn't sit and that was perhaps the worst thing right now. He’d never been one plagued with too much energy, unlike some people he knew, he’d never had issues with sitting still or containing himself – just his mouth. But right now he couldn't sit and he needed to be active and so he was pacing.
Back and forth across the carpeted floor of the OR waiting room. The chairs were ignored, even as they looked at him – empty and inviting - in favor of pacing the floor while his hands moved and twitched. He would try and put his hands in his pockets, to still them, but found himself removing them from his pockets moments later so he could fiddle them or run them through his mused hair.
Glancing around, not for the first nor the last time, he wondered where his father was. Had they told him? Would he need to call his father? Was he already on the way and if so was someone else taking him? He really should call Lily and Jonathan and tell them, or rather just tell Lily and make up something for Jonathan. As bad as he was at lying he knew if he fed him some half truth the other would believe it, and it wasn't technically lying either so that would be ok with Alexandre. But for the life of him he couldn't make himself take his phone out and dial anyone.
Why couldn't he hold it together right now? He could hold it together in a war and taking lives but he couldn't handle this? Shouldn't he be able to? Shaking his head while he yanked at his bangs harshly some form of frustrated sound escaped him. Alexandre failed to notice the sympathetic looks from the nurses, and the whisperings. A few wondering if they should offer him something to help calm his nerves, as it was obvious he was suffering from nerves. But it seemed whatever option, or options, they had been discussing were effectively shut down. He wasn't a patient and to offer him drugs, even though he could use them, wasn't an option. As his pacing continued he finally registered his phone ringing and slowly, almost like in some trace, pulled it from his pocket and hit the answer button; not even noticing he’d had other calls.
“Dad…” The phone was pressed tightly to his ear as he stood still, his right foot tapping the floor for some moments before his pacing was picked up again. “No, I don’t know. The cops left, I – I think they got what they need – I don’t know.” He couldn't remember a word they’d asked him or a single thing he’d told them. Was that bad? He figured it was but he couldn't really be bothered to care right now. “Mom’s in surgery. I haven’t heard a thing.” Shaking his head, though his father couldn't see the gesture, he ran his left hand through his hair and loosened the hair holder his hair was once more restrained by. Blond hair fell about his face and Alexandre couldn't seem to care, even though he brushed it from his face.
“Ok…I’ll see you when you get here. I’ll call you if I hear anything.” A glance to the doors, which beyond lead to operating rooms and in one of those rooms was his mother. The phone was hung up and tossed, halfheartedly, onto one of the empty chairs in the waiting room. The growling of his stomach was ignored, though he’d missed lunch and was hungry. His nerves and the hunger he felt was tying his stomach up in knots and he was sure if he ate he’d be ill, and so he didn't want to even risk eating too afraid of becoming ill and suffering that on top of everything else right now.
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