There's a serene glimmer in your bloodshot eyes as you caress Drake's hand, the monitor beside you continuously reassuring you that he is still alive and doing just fine. 

You haven't slept yet but that's okay, your frenemy has been snoozing for two and a half hours now, not once seeming even remotely pained and that's enough to make you feel at ease. 

Slowly and carefully, you pull your hand away from his, your skin feeling hot and clammy from how long you've been holding onto him but that's not a problem for you, that isn't the reason you've broken the contact.

Quietly padding over to the door, you peek your head out into the hallway, your eyes scanning your surroundings and lighting up when you spot the waiting room off in the distance.

There must be a coffee machine over there!

Admittedly, you haven't had a drink since the party and even then, you were drinking beer. 

You're now gasping for a nice, hot coffee or at least some water, an eager grin breaking out across your face as you rush into the small waiting area. 

Your heart immediately shattering in your chest though when you notice the sign stuck to the coffee machine, bold black letters spread across it saying;

'Out Of Order'

Oh, come on! Of all the coffee machines in this damn building, the one closest to me is the broken one!

"Here." A deep and oddly familiar voice chimes in your ear before a plastic cup filled with the desired drink is hovered beneath your nose. "You look like you need it more than me and don't worry, I haven't tasted any of it yet."

Usually you'd politely refuse taking somebody else's drink from them but quite frankly, you're so thirsty that mannerisms don't even appeal to you right now, your greedy hands wrapping around the cup as your orbs trail up to the man holding it. 

Ah, that's why he sounded familiar...

"Dr. Urouge." You greet the tall man kindly before bringing the coffee to your lips, taking a small sip before a smile breaks out across your face, he has it just how you like it. "You've got good taste."

Your wit clearly amuses the guy, a chuckle escaping his lips before he carelessly shrugs his shoulders. "I like to think so too! How's Drake holding up? Any cause for concern?" 

"If there was, I would've come and found you, not the coffee machine."

The man lets out a hearty laughter at your response, giving you a heavy pat on the back and surely almost launching you into a wall in the process, he's a strong one that's for sure.

I wouldn't be surprised if he has killed patients whilst giving them CPR, the heavy-handed goon!

"So, is Drake your...?"

"Friend." You answer almost too quickly, clearly already getting defensive and only causing Urouge to raise a very thin brow. "Well, enemy...or something like that..." 

I don't even know what to call him anymore!

"That's a lot of worry and dedication you're putting into a man you call your enemy," The large male's eyes suddenly morphing into a slightly suggestive look that makes you pout. "How lucky he is to have an enemy like you!"

Oh, no! I know I'm not about to get teased by a damn doctor! No! I get this shit from enough people as it is!

"Don't even insinuate--"

"Will you have him stay with you for a while?" The request silences you completely, your index finger frozen in place from where you had pointed at the doctor threateningly, your eyes widening as your brain desperately tries to process what the hell he had just said. 

"...Huh?"

Oh yeah, that's normal! What am I supposed to say?!

Hello Drake, it's me, your enemy! You wanna come and live at mine?

He'll think I'm plotting to kill him!

"I know it isn't in my job description to ask this of you and I understand if you can't do it but I'm requesting this as the boy's friend, not a doctor," Urouge continues, your eyes trying hard to read the emotions flickering through his eyes, you can tell he's worried and you've gathered Drake's father isn't a very nice man just by overhearing Urouge and Drake's previous conversation. "Please, have him stay with you while he recovers. You don't know what his old man is like."

What if he doesn't want to stay with me though? He's a stubborn bastard when he wants to be!

"What..." You trail off, not too sure why you're about to ask a doctor such questions, he's meant to be confidential so it's unlikely that he'll share Drake's experiences with you. Although, he's speaking to you as the brunette's friend, not doctor. "What is his father like?"

As if I don't already know...

You don't miss the slight look of disdain in the male's eyes before he closes them, his smile finally disappearing from his face as a sigh escapes his throat. "...Unpleasant." The answer is riddled with venom, it's clear that he wants to say more but he contains himself, forcing the friendly smile back to his lips. "So, will you do it?"

Unpleasant certainly seems to be one word for it...

"I'll see how he feels about it." Your response seemingly exciting the large man in front of you, a hearty laughter erupting from his lips once again as he strongly pats you on the back again, causing your body to jolt and making you spill a bit of your coffee.

"Thank you, young lady~!"

Seriously, dude...don't mess with my coffee ever again. I am running on very little sleep and I will punch you in the groin...