The blondes hands fumbled over the keyboard on his remaining phone, causing him to delete most of his sentence and rewrite again and again until the text had perfect grammar and spelling. This was not something Beck would usually do; normally a "np" would be his reply, but this was Elisa and she was most certainly worth more than a once word answer. His heart slammed violently in his chest as he tapped send and waited for a reply from the poor girl.
Elisa<3
4:56- I'm sorry.
6:04- Elisa? Hey hun, I really am sorry. xx
6:19- You are scaring me you know that?
6:28- Gods sake I just want a single answer...
And so then he called her only to be greeted by a few seconds of the dialling tone and then a harsh and robotic default answer machine that just made his heart sink in his chest. Beck did not even bother leaving a message, as he wanted to speak to Elisa personally. A inhuman kind of whine escaped his lips as his head fell into his palm and he began to panic. He ran moral reasoning through his mind time and time again but none of it seemed to sink in. She must be busy...She must be away from her phone...She must be so angry and be ignoring me...
I'm sorry....
Those words just seemed unnecessary and so they scared Beck. They burnt in his mind. Pained his nerves. Call it lovers instinct but he ran to her house.
The youth was only to be informed by a glum looking Alan, who hesitated before explaining that Elisa was in hospital due to a accident though he refused to state the ward and what exactly this so called accident was. Angrily Beck slammed his fist hard upon the brick wall of her uncomfortably neat home, grazing his side and sending a light shock of pain from his palm. Alan blinked hard with a kind of disgusted but despaired expression, as though wondering if he should scold the male or comfort him. "Thank you," He grumbled to the chef half heartedly before pumping all his strength to race to a bus stop which would take him to where Elisa was, though of course he had no idea where she was resting. He did not even have a clue what state the poor girl was in. She could be dying and he would not even have any idea...
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"ELISA!???...." His voice roared as Beck pounded down corridors, bobbing his head around doors and peeping in at ill and wide eyed patients who clearly did not appreciate his company. A few time spare nurses scolding him and scuttled after the blonde but he was far too quick and ignorant to notice.
He just needed to make sure his girl was safe.