Best Friends with Mr. Perfect

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Chapter Twenty-Five

 Caleb continued to wheel me down the endless hallway,  humming to an elevator version of a pop song that was playing quietly.

"I'm so tired," I yawned, patting my face with my one good hand to wake me up.

I couldn't help but feel horribly guilty as we passed each room. There were toddlers in rooms crying, women that seemed they had lost their hair from surgery, dying patients, patients with no visitors. The sights around the hospital made me feel selfish for my stupid broken legs and arm.

Caleb was silent as we passed through, running one hand through the ends of my hair gently. It was comforting.

We reached the elevator, where he pressed the lit up arrow pointing down and waited for a moment, before rolling onto the elevator. We were on the tenth floor. Whitney was on the first, according to the buttons.

"Should be around here somewhere," he mumbled above my head.

He searched around the hospital that was filled with people coming and going.

"Room 18," he said, heading in that direction.

Caleb knocked softly before opening the door. The anticipation I felt was washed over now by confusion. There was an older man with a dark complexion that occupied room eighteen.

"Sorry!" his eyes jumped out of their sockets and he turned around once he had shut the door, leaning against the wall and looking around in curiosity. "I could've sworn...what the hell..."

A young woman approached both of us with her eyebrow cocked. She wasn't dressed in scrubs like the other nurses, but decked out in a high quality suit. Probably a manager. "Is there something I can help you with? Patients aren't supposed to be roaming in the emergency wing," she looked down at me.

"Uhm...yeah," Caleb scratched the back of his head like always when he was nervous. "Whitney, uh, Whitney Henderson was just in room eighteen, but yeah that's uh...not her."

I laughed quietly under my breath at his awkwardness. "I can't believe you," I muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. The woman ducked her head in the room and nodded. 

"Hold on one second," she put her finger to her lips before gripping the blue-tooth in her ear. "Yes, I need a room number for a Whitney Henderson, formerly room eighteen in the emergency wing. Okay." she paused. "Yes, what was that? Okay. Thank you."

She pressed it again and looked back at us. "It seems she has been transferred rooms after surgery because of an immediate need for all emergency wing rooms, so she is up in room three-oh-eight," she smiled and began to walk away before even done talking.

"Oh, okay then," Caleb shrugged at me with an odd look. 

"Off we go, again," I muttered.

Once we reached her room, I grabbed Caleb's hand slightly as he reached for the door knob. He looked down slightly at our entwined hands, and stooped down to my level in the wheelchair that was getting on my nerves, I'd rather use crutches. He kissed the top of my forehead and looked me in the eyes. 

"You know you can tell me anything right?" I asked him. 

I thought he knew this, just a few days ago if someone asked me, I'd tell them the story of Caleb's entire childhood and life without a doubt, knowing there was nothing that I didn't know of. Now, it seemed as if he had an entire part of his life be known to me.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I will tell you everything, I promise. You and Whitney," he glanced away as a nurse walked by. "Everything, I swear everything I did was for yours and my brother's sake," he gulped. His bottom lip was trembling as he spoke.

His words reminded me of Whitney's, of my own thoughts, before I was kidnapped by the crew of them. She suggested a break from Caleb for his sake, and I did it for his safety. Little did I know that he knew much more about them than I did.

I didn't understand at all what he meant about his brother's sake, now that he was gone. But, I remembered that this seemed to have all blossomed out of that.

"Okay, let's go in," I nodded towards the door.

He stood up, and rolled me inside the room. My sister was lying on the bed, covered in white sheets, her blond hair was slightly damp and lying on her shoulder. Although her eyes were hidden, I could tell they were hooded with exhaustion.