Loopy Locky

                                    

                                          
LUCY
                          
"What!?" Lockwood asked the doctor. 
"Your going to have to have surgery. Your arm needs to be reconstructed." 
My mind went blank. I couldn't hear the conversation between Lockwood and the doctor. I could only hear Lockwoods blood curtailing scream from the night before. He never screamed, not like that. It made me go pale and stiff. I was panicking when I found him. His arm bend under him, twisted backwards. 
                          
I was with him in the ambulance, I ran besides him as far as I could. Now we were here. 
"Do I have to?" I burst back to present time. 
"Yes Im afraid you do." He eyed us both. "It will be tomorrow at 7am. Until then you cant eat anything. You'll have to stay overnight." He left. I sighed leaning back in the chair next to his bed. 
                          
"Lucy come here." He said holding out his good arm. I crawled in next to him, cuddling into his side. I starred at his bandaged arm. 
                          
"Hey." He tilted my head up. His lips brushed mine, then a flipping nurse walked in. She was a little older than Holly so Id say about 23-24 ish. No where near Lockwood. That didnt stop her from eyeballing my ridiculously over hot friend. 
                          
"Oh honey what happened to your arm!" She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You must have been so strong." She eyed him dreamy like I wasnt cuddled into his arms. 
                          
"Nope! Screamed like a little girl." Lockwood smiled at her. I snorted. She just laughed tiny little laugh. 
                          
"Well it must have hurt. But I bet you didnt cry." 
"No I bawled in the ambulance. Right Luce!" He turned to me. 
"I had to calm you down." Then I turned my eyes to the nurse. I death starred her for about four seconds then whispered "get out."  
                          
Lockwood looked at me. 
"What!?" 
"Oh nothing." He coughed and then tried to sneak in the word jealous. I shoved him playfully. 
                          
Time skip to right before the surgery
                          
"Im not doing this!" Lockwood grabbed my arm. The doctor had just left, he told us we had four minutes left, then they would put Lockwood under. He stared at me with pleading eyes. 
                          
"Lockwood, you know you have to do this. Theres no other way." I tried and failed to calm him. 
                          
"Luce, please don't make me do this." Id never seen him so scared. Well, just scared in general. His hand had traced down my arm, he now held my hand; our fingers laced. 
                          
"Its not me Lockwood, its them. Look, their doctors, they know whats bes-" 
                          
"what if I die while in there!" 
                          
"Oh you know thats not going to happen. You'll be fine. Now lay back, relax. I stood up and helped/ forced him to lay back. I tried to somehow sooth him. Im surprised it worked. I rubbed his forehead, then ran my fingers through his hair. It worked perfectly. He actually closed his eye, the once tense muscles in his face relaxed. I moved my hand so that it was caressing his cheek; his head moved as he nuzzled into my hand. I blushed madly, thankful that his eyes were closed. 
                          
The door opened three male doctors walked in with a female doctor pushing a cart in behind them. They wheeled it beside Lockwood who was now alert and frightened again. They explained the procedure and what was going to happen. They talked to me about what to do when he came home, how to tend to his arm, how to tend to him, etc. 
                          
They pushed a small needle that was connected to a little tube into Lockwood's arm. He winced at it. I was holding his other hand. I was allowed to stay up until he went other. This was to keep him from freaking out to much. His eyes met mine. I rubbed his knuckles with my thumb. 
                          
"So when is it going to kick in?" He asked. 
"Sooner than you think." Said the tall blonde doctor. He had to of been taller than Lockwood, meaning he towered over me. I looked down to find Lockwood smiling. It was kicking in. He was laughing none stopped, the sight of it made me laugh a bit too. Eventually his eyes started to droop, we looked at me when I separated our hands. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, smiled, and left.