Fisher Hawkins
Fish pulled into the hospital parking and tugged his jacket zipper up. Truthfully, he was sweating, but being bundled made him feel safer, as well as his the bruises that were open in his short sleeve work shirt, with the name Fisher embroidered on it. He didn’t know what he wanted to do if John was awake when he walked inside. Maybe fib a little. Lie about how good of a roommate he’d been and wait until Solomon appeared.
“Excuse me,” he asked the front desk. “I’m.. here to see John Declain?”
The nurse looked at him quizzically. He had obviously not been here in the seven years that John had been asleep. A sudden visitor was at the very least a bit startling.
“Do you have any relation to the patient?” Came her gentle reply.
He swallowed. “I’m.. his brother.” The reply was strained. He hated to even lie about it. To be related to John Declain.. the thought made his stomach clench. To say the least, he was glad he wasn’t.
“Oh.” Said the nurse. “Room 306, then.” Fisher nodded and left the desk.
He had never liked hospitals, but who did? They were cold and smelled like chemicals, and you only went to the hospital if you were unhealthy, so why would anyone like it? Under his mask he felt a lot more secure than this. But here he felt like a kid again.
Fisher. You’re not seventeen anymore. You’re not a kid. John can’t hurt you anyway.
The elevator travelled up and he couldn’t help but feel by doing this he was doing nothing more then dragging himself down. He tapped his foot out of nervousness and when the elevator opened he had only taken one step outside before..
A familiar face greeted him, one he hadn’t seen in years. He struggled for words, searching her face for a similar kind of shock. It really was her.
“..Lilah?”
He didn’t have a moment to take her presence in. To decide whether or not to hug her, to shout at her, to … to…
There was a strangled cry in room 306 as the door opened and a hooded figure exited. His hands were in his pocket, and the only thing of his face Fisher could see was his smile.
He knew who it was from just that. And he knew what had just happened.
“Get down!” Fisher cried to Lilah, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her to the ground with him.