Knight's Quest Of Love (Book 2 of 'Knight' Series)(COMPLETED)

0.6| Way To Go

Elliot slept like a rock that was evidently sleep deprived despite of being a rock, which might serve as a good enough explaination to his conscience and Nigella as to why he was late to pick her up from the hospital.

He had woken up like he had never before, not since he was a baby and had nothing to do except for sleep, eat and annoy his brothers.

He opened his eyes with soft sun rays shining on his face, no headache welcoming him to the land of consciousness and for a very rare occasion, he also had a smile on his face. That was surprising since he wasn't a big fan of mornings.

Usually his day started with him either falling off the wrong side of the bed or hit his head on the headboard as he twisted and turned in the same bed, sometimes even both if he was being unlucky enough.

That's the reason why he took a little extra time lying on his back, savouring the happy vibes and just realising that mornings were not necessarily the worst time of the day.

And then, not a minute later did he experience just how fast time could move. when he saw what time it was on his alarm clock, his eyes were ready to bulge out and his jaw hung open. It was half past eight already! He wa ls supposed to be at the hospital by nine!

What kind of example would he set if he himself was not up to his word? He was ready to bet his best suit that Nigella would never let him live it through if he was late, which he was clearly going to be!

He stumbled out of bed, sheets tangling around his legs lik vines. A string of colourful and publically not acceptable curses left his mouth as he habitually, not surprisingly, stubbed his toe on the foot of his bed.

He should have known there was never anything good about mornings, he was highly delusional there just for a blissful moment.

He washed his face quickly, making sure to get the sleep out of his eyes. He did not want to look as bad as he felt.

He was a raging tornado going through his closest, looking for a proper pair of clothes to wear. In the process of selecting, he wrecked everything else. He didn't have the kind of time to pair something good to make him red carpet worthy, he had to settled for less.

He didn't have time to shower either and this was a perfect time to get the life hacks in good use. He simply had to avoid being smelly and look fresh as a daisy, which wasn't difficult.

He sprayed on some deodorant and barely fixed his hair with some gel as he hopped around the room, attempting to get his shoes on and then he made his way out of the room.

He wouldn't have been in this much hurry if he had not know Nigella as much as he did. Because he understood what kind of a stubborn girl she was, he wanted to get to her as soon as possible.

If he was late, there was a ninety percent chance that she would be gone and he would never get to see her again in this lifetime. She never wanted him to be around from the start anyway. She would jump at the chance, he had already signed the discharge papers.

He was unusually worried about her disappearing on him.

What a fool you are Elliot, he reprimanded himself. Should have waited untill today!

Elliot nearly forgot to take his car keys form his room and skid back inside to get them from his nightstand. When he reached the top of the stairs he heard Marcus, awake and a great deal cleaner than Elliot.

Marcus was always the ideal one, showering early in the morning, taking his time to groom himself and being the good boy in general. But Elliot knew he was anything but a good boy. However, it wasn't the time to be thinking about Marcus' personality, which was in any case better than Elliot's as everyone had once voted in his family.

"Where are you going?!" He heard Marcus yell from the kitchen. It was odd for Elliot to make it this obvious that he was on a run. He always kept his reputation above the need of the situation, unless it was something serious. And this was top tier serious.

He skipped down the stairs and jogged across the living room to get to the kitchen. Just because he was in a hurry, didn't mean he had to starve. And Marcus had recently learnt to make killer pancakes. They really looked murderous once done, with a butter knife stuck into it's centre and strawberry jam oozing around it.

Elliot stopped just in time to see Marcus flip a perfect golden pancake over in the pan and a stack of them right next to the stove, ready to be devoured.

He absolutely loved the way Marcus cooked, only he didn't get that chance to admire his skills more often because he rarely cooked. Since their house was still empty because of their parents tenth honeymoon, Marcus was his only hope at good dinners. Maximus was a hopeless case for them, he was back at his own appartment with his fianceè whom he was completely smitten with.

It was disgustingly sweet to see his big brother fall in love.

"I'll take two. Don't wait for me, I will be late. Don't forget to have your breakfast!" Elliot said like a good brother and stole his share of two pancakes, dipped them in a jar of syrup unceremoniously before he ran out of the house like he had never done before.

"That was so gross! Don't you have some basic manners Elliot?!" Elliot laughed at his grumbling and pushed the heavy set of front doors open. A flush of light hit him like a massive tsunami, he got his sunglasses out and stepped outside. He stepped into his garage.

He was wearing a plain white shirt and a pair of black pants, that was the most basic look he could create in the time limit he had created for himself. He pressed the button on the keys and his maserati beeped happily.

He eyed his BMW in one corner of the garage. It had a small, barely visible bump on it's front which was created as he was driving Nigella to the hospital. He hadn't noticed it before but now he did. He felt a twitch in his left eye when he saw that beast. Like hell if he was riding that again!

More than that, he was even considering giving it away to someone who could make good memories with it. All his good memories in it were overthrown by that one night's nightmare.

Shuddering on his own thoughts he got in his car and started the engine. He saw the time on his wrist watch and cursed again then carefully pulled out of the driveway.

The hospital wasn't that far away from his house, without any traffic and with a smooth drive it was possible to reach there in twenty minutes. So naturally Elliot took the easier way. The one that had less traffic jams or at least the signals that he could run and not get pulled over for it.

That was the beauty of New York, he guessed. Everyone finds a way, or makes it. Whichever found convenient.

In just twenty one minutes, it was already nine twenty one. His car came to a harsh halt, the tires screeched loudly in protest against the ground and stopped. His maserati grabbed an awful lot of attention in the hospital parking.

Elliot had barely parked his car and remembered to lock it before he started to run inside.

For anyone who saw him, he probably looked like someone whose family member was just announced to have third stage cancer. He quickly erased the comparison out of his head. That was horrifying to think about.

"Doctor! I was just -" Elliot started talking as soon as he saw Dr. Franco coming his way in the hallway. His mouth closed shut when he got a clear view of the doctor's face. He didn't look happy.

"A word with me, Mr Knight." Franco said, red faced, his notepad swinging with his hands as he walked past Elliot and disappeared into his office. Elliot followed behind, worrying what must have happened. Was it something to do with Nigella? Her health? Or much worse!

Elliot could think of at least ten different scenarios of Nigella running off early in the morning and leaving the doctor and his nurses in a shock during breakfast serving, or making a scene and then running away, once again leaving the doctors and nurses in shock.

"What is it doctor? Did Nigella do something? Is she okay? Is she still -"

"Did you order food last night, sir?" Franco narrowed his eyes at Elliot. His 'Sir' had an air of sarcasm.

Elliot stood a few inches taller, not a speck of shame in his eyes. He just wanted to look superior.

"Yes, I did." He admitted.

"May I ask why?"

"Because the food your hospital served was not edible and appalling to the eyes." He answered polietly and truthfully with just a small hint of hostility.

His eyes flashed with images of the disgusting food he had seen last night, he shrugged it off before he threw up his breakfast. Two perfectly good pancakes would be gone to waste if he threw up. He took a secret deep breath to calm hos stomach.

"It was a perfectly reasonable diet for our patient, the porridge was a good source of nutrition that she needed!" Doctor Franco protested.

"That was porridge?" Elliot raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"And the beetroot juice was beneficial too." Franco added.

"That thing that looked awfully similar to blood?" Elliot expressed his thoughts.

Franco flattened his palms on his desk and snapped.

"Yes! I know it didn't look good but it was what she needed to eat! And guess what we found in her room this morning?! A full tray of nutritious hospital food and an empty box of Pieroges in the trash can!"

At least he didn't know about the chowder and falafel, Elliot thought.

Franco seemed furious. But it was hard to take him seriously when his face had such an impeccable resemblance to fresh garden tomatoes. And besides, Elliot was running late.

"She didn't want to eat them just as much as I wanted her to eat it. Even I felt sick when I saw those things. You did not expect me to let that fine lady eat that rubbish, did you?"

The fine lady part was probably where the doctor lost all his anger and his lips tugged up.

"You have to respect the way a hospital works. We are here to take care of our patients, you should remember that." He insisted. Elliot silently nodded knowing that he would never return to this hospital as long as it was avoidable.

"Can I take her with me now?" He changed the subject, "The papers are already signed."

Franco sighed in resignation, like he had just tried to hit his head on a good quality, thick wall or attempted to teach a toddler how to skateboard.

He stood up from his chair. Elliot followed him with a roll of his eyes. This doctor was dramatic as heck!

They found Nigella sleeping like a dog. She was curled up on the bed in a way which Elliot had only seen dogs do. His brilliant mind immediately compared her to a puppy who had slept after days of barking at it's owner.

Elliot wasn't exactly the quietest person to enter the room and when he did, the door closed shut loudly. Loud enough to wake her up.

"Wha?" She mumbled as her face lifted off the pillow. Elliot's eyes followed the movements of her arms as they stretched over her head, her half closed eyes laced with sleep, squinting to see him and the doctor. She groaned some more, grumbling about noisy men with no manners.

"How can you just enter someone's room like that?" She drawled as she dragged herself up in a sitting position "You are going to be cursed to hell one day!"

"But you already did that multiple times since we met." Elliot was happy to remind her, she muttered under her breath, something about pricks and no moral values. He gladly ignored them, pretending that they were not directed at him.

"Anyway, I told you to be ready when I come to pick you up." He tapped his wristwatch and smirked. At least he did not have to make an excuse.

"Yeah yeah. Give me ten minutes." Nigella threw the covers off her and let it hang halfway down the bed as she stepped on the cool tile.

Her sleepiness was evident in her clumsy steps that she took in the direction of the bathroom. Elliot took small steps behind her, far enough to keep his distance and not get hit if she turned but close enough to catch her if she fell.

"Don't slip and fall to your death!" Elliot called behind her when she reached the bathroom. Nigella slammed the door in his face as a very reasonable response. Elliot cracked up with laughter and turned back.

Franco stood in one corner of the room, an eyebrow arched and one corner of his mouth lifted up.

Elliot planned to ignore him at first but then he thought that he shouldn't. He was Nigella's doctor after all, he had to give instructions on how to take care of Nigella in the best way.

"Why are you staring at me?" Elliot asked, he didn't stay in one place though. He picked up the blanket that Nigella had carelessly thrown and folded it in a proper way. He started to make her bed and fixed the pillow. He was pleasantly surprised to see a fresh batch of flowers on the table next to her bed. Although a little suspicious of the identity of the person.

"I am confused." Franco said, "You both act so... Confusingly towards each other."

"Confusingly?" Elliot frowned, genuinely curious, "I don't know what you are talking about doctor."

"I don't know either." Franco shook his head, "Find me when you are ready to leave."

"Wait, I don't know how to take care of someone. I've never done it before! Tell me what to do." Elliot requested. That had to be the sincerest thing he had told the doctor. He really had no idea what to do, and he had already taken the responsibility so he can't back out or look like an i***t.

"Find me later. I will prepare notes for you."

Elliot smiled, "You are not as bad as I thought."

Franco's other eyebrow shot up as well. Elliot could swear he saw a faint red colour on the tip of his ears.

He left shortly after and Elliot took the time to sit on the bed and just relax. Only for a minute or so. He needed it.

"Hey, suits!" He heard Nigella call from the bathroom. His peace was smashed and shattered, his jaw worked. Yet, without thinking he rushed towards the door and knocked on it twice.

"Are you okay? Did you fall? Are you bleeding?" He asked hurriedly in one breath. He didn't get an answer for a few seconds and then she rapped the door from the other side as if it was her enemy from past life.

"No! Get me some clothes, will you? I forgot to bring them in!" She shouted.

Elliot's mouth opened, "Should have said so. I thought you were dying!"

He heard her scoff, "You don't sound disappointed!"

"Can you see me rolling my eyes at you?" He hollered from the other side of the room where a bag full of clothes was. The one he brought for her.

He rummaged through it to find the yellow top she had liked the day before. He picked out the yellow top and the same white pants from yestersay. They should do. Those were the only one's she liked, as far as he knew. He placed the bag back in it's place and rounded around the bed to get to the bathroom.

"Here! Open the door!" He banged on the door to get her attention. At first there was only silence. Then some sort of sound reached his ears. He pressed his ear to the door.

He heard shuffling and then a splash. A gurgle followed and then he heard a chocking sound. That sounded dangerous enough for him to barge inside and that was exactly what he was going to do if he hadn't heard her speak first.

"Leave it on the knob and turn around. I'll take it." He heard her muffled words. Elliot's body loosened and he nodded. He properly hooked the clothes on the knob of the door and knocked again.

"Take them." He said and turned around. He had no intention of teasing her about it. He heard the door open, he could practically feel her hesitation.

"I'm not looking."

"I don't trust you!"

"Just hurry! You little squirrel!" He heard the door shut close and sighed. What time was it again? It wasn't even noon and he was already feeling a headache forming.