Who: Oliver Knapp and Holly Strange What: Oliver finally gets to listen to his voicemail to find that Holly is in hospital so he's going to go see what's up. When: Monday Afternoon, visiting hours. Where: A hospital in London Rating: H for heart-wrenching?
Oliver was still exhausted from his weekend excursion. He hadn't slept properly yet, especially not in a bed, and he was really beginning to feel it, but Topher's message had completely removed the need for sleep. Now he had something else to worry about, something far more important. The journey to the hospital took a fair amount of time through the mid-afternoon traffic, which made it so much worse. He didn't have any real information on what had happened, and so he was left imagining the worst. He still had no clue what the hell she was even doing in London.
When they finally reached the hospital, the receptionist was no more helpful. Whether she was drunk on power, or just bored out of her mind and amusing herself by being as condescending as possible wasn't entirely clear. Oliver ended up having to take a deep breath or two before speaking to the woman again so that he didn't just yell in her face. "Look. I know you're just doing your job. But I'm just trying to find out which ward Holly Strange is on. A room number would be excellent, but if you don't give me one, someone up there will tell me. Honest to god, it can't be that hard." This at least had the desired effect of speeding the woman up, and she finally gave him the information he needed, then he was off.
The elevator arrived on her floor, and Oliver stepped out, practically gliding down the corridor at a run before he slowed down again in front of her door. Trying to wipe some of the worry off his face, but not entirely succeeding, he knocked softly before entering the room. The sight of Holly on the bed, sort of sunken and hollow, creased his own forehead once more in fear. This was so different from the day he met her, it was almost as if she wasn't the same girl. "Hey," he began, his voice soft as if afraid that any louder would somehow damage her, "How're you doing?" Making his way over to the bed, Ollie sat in the seat that had previously been Topher's place of vigil, his own eyes dark and sunken from lack of sleep, were wide, encapsulating the worry he felt for this woman who held such an important role in his life now.