A few days later, he was crooned in his new house, reliving the nightmares under the sheets, the side effects were supposed to wear off with time and he came to a conclusion that he would rather live through the day. The back of his head hurt at the ringtone and clogged his ears. It rang non-stop and even his old friends wanted to have a bite of the sandwich.
Brushing his teeth, he spat out at the 10' o'clock appointment and it was just two strikes to ten o'clock. He pushed down his tired eyes and raked his hair, getting out in a suit, he hopped pulling up his sneakers and kissed old lady Jenkins, slipping down to the stairs. "Sorry,"
He said to the driver and hopped in. He beamed at the streetlights and heaved a sigh of relief. Soon, the car throttled to the parking lot and he stepped on the grass gazing up at the hospital building.
"Sorry, this is the wrong..." His hand dropped as the car had gone yards away. "Oh forget it,"
His phone rang again and his eyebrows furrowed at the voice, "I told you to_"
"First floor, hurry,"
He puffed strolling into the hospital and he met the coolness and a TV running non-stop on a news channel. The front desk received him properly and motioned him to the elevator_odd, he figured he was too well dressed at a time like this but was thankful for a jacket, the halls were freezing cold and he finally got a free elevator, his heart pumped as he looked up at the ceiling as the numbers went up and he grimaced at a score from Jean Baptiste and groaned at the heavy metal bars.
"Oh my god," He stepped outside of the lift and met the nurses working, the windows were all glass with the sun radiating inside, there had to be the neatest hospital equipment he had ever seen and the workers were not so bad on the eyes.
A janitor worked by swabbing the tiled floors and none were checkered unlike the general wards that were either missing tiles or chipped.
He glared at the unknown caller again and he gazed at the strange face that pointed at room 1A. He did a double check on his breath and the air conditioner buzzed when he opened the door to the state of the-art patient room and equipment. He winced at the pale fellow on a wheelchair by the empty bed. A weak grin spread across his thin face and Guy shut the door behind him.
"Robbie!"
"You're late. Could you be a gentleman and bring me my pain pills? It keeps the pangs out," He rubbed his knees. He was wearing a white hospital gown.
"Gorblimey what happened to you?" He said in disbelief and fetched the can reading the label just to be sure, he spun it and Robbie rolled his eyes reclining on the automated wheelchair. With one click of a button, it motioned to him and he swiped the bottle.
"I'll get it myself,"
"I didn't know it was you, honest," He shrugged.
"Funny, you don't even recognise your own brother," He unscrewed the bottle and took a sip of water. Robbie usually liked his pills dry. He'd say he had a bitter taste.
His legs were positioned awkwardly on the platforms and he pulled open the blinds and pointed, his reflection became clearer and he tapped the glass, Guy stepped closer.
"You see that hotel, by that little detour in the middle and there's the vet shop by the east opposite the spot where Jillian works?"
Guy covered his eyes at the name "I can't see a bloody thing, it's just building tops,"
"You always had tunnel vision," He rolled manually behind him until Guy turned. He felt uneasy, like a giant because Robbie was one feet taller. He sat on a chair to meet his length.
He looked mystified, like he didn't believe that it would happen to him.
"I fell in, Guy, I fell into a bloody manhole," His voice was lifeless and he stirred "Me... Why did you ever stop calling?" He questioned.
"That was you?" He raked his hair back "I thought_"
"Indeed, and those fucking labourers, they just won't do anything right," He reeled closer.
"What are you doing in poor old Phoenix? I thought you were better off, partying in Manchester,"
He blinked rubbing his chin a little uneasy "The fraternity's closed for the holiday, so no, my friends left me to go to Rio, while I'm stuck here,"
It hurt to ask the next question. "Parents?"
"They don't know I came to see you," He said a plate "Shrimp?"
Guy raised a hand "No, thanks,"
Robbie clasped his hands and shook his head. "So did you ask her out?"
He groaned, Robbie just loved to make the best out of every situation.
"No,"
"Simpleton." He closed the windows. "You've gotta get me out of here,"
...
Guy hung his coat around Robbie's shoulders outside his room when he insisted that it was getting too cold, Robbie scooted to the end by the elevator while he heaved his Armani duffel bag to his shoulder.
"Hurry up, dosser, I can't wait much longer," He watched the lift and tapped his thighs eager to leave the hospital, the nurses giggled as they stopped by, and a few were disappointed that he was leaving. He was a lively fellow with good looks in the mix.
"I'm trying," He hung it "Whuh, did you put an anvil in here?" He asked baffled.
"No, just a few deodorants, my clothes, shoes and a brick," He grinned deviously taking the fun in seeing him suffer. Guy forged on and had the honour of pushing the lift button all by himself_Like a good big brother. He thought mimicking him.
"I can wait at the lobby while you check me out," He said eagerly.
"Good to have you back,"
They waited on the lift and Guy's chest puffed by the stranger busy on his phone, looking at doors and hoping for them to open up because Robbie was making doe eyes at him throughout the trip.
"When d'you get glasses?" He pouted while they got outside.
Guy did his possible best to follow the procedure, filling clearance forms and he had to sign him off. "Thank you,"
"I saw you the other day on TV, did you get the money?" She asked eagerly from the counter.
"Oh um, I left something, over there," He pointed at Robbie and took his bag to him, he was texting the driver.
"I hope the staff treated you good," He said hastily as the same nurse accompanied him to the exit doors and he put on his shades against the sun.
"It was quite refreshing,"
"Well, did you?"
"No, now leave me alone," He blurted to her and she quieted and her fingers curled, slipping away. Robbie hissed.
"You've got your social skills quite cut out for you,"
The car arrived on the sunny side of the hospital by the empty street, he met Bilal, the lanky driver in a black uniform, and he opened the door.
"Easy there," Robbie said as he slowly hefted him into the car and Guy's expression changed.
"What's the problem?"
"Nothing," He shoved the door shut and the chair was hauled into the back of the car. He sat in the front seat, wavering as he caught the streetlights and houses drifting by as the car started to move, his mind was also drifting to obscurity.