Durch Den Monsun.

Lola's P.O.V.

After about an hour, a doctor walked in and called Mrs Kaulitz' name.
We stood up and followed him into a room.
When we stepped inside the doctor closed the door and walked away.

Bill was sat up in the bed with a mirror and eyeliner.
"OH MY GOD! BILL!" I yelled and pounced on him, bear hugging his tummy.
"OH MY GOD! LOLA! Now get off of me." He laughed.
I giggled and let go, sitting down on the side of his bed.
"Why are you putting on more make-up? Weren't you wearing some anyway?" I observed.
He had also gained a bandaged up nose and butterfly stitched lip.
"Freaking doctor made me take it off to examine my face."He grumbled.
I laughed at him and he glared.

"So what's the damage, honey?" his Mum finally spoke.
"Broken nose and a bust lip." he smiled.
She sighed.

"How did it happen?" she furrowed her brow.
Bill looked at me and I looked at him.

Should we say anything?
I'm not sure.

I bit my lip nervously.
"You see... Someone was about to hit me..." I started. "Bill stepped in the way and got hit."
"Who was about to hit you?" she walked over to me from the door and held my hand.
"Um... " I gulped and looked at Bill. He nodded a bit too eagerly.
"...Tom." I mumbled inaudibly.
"TOM!? Was in aller Welt posessed er, um zu versuchen und ein Mädchen zu schlagen!? Ich werde Wörter mit ihm, wenn ich ihn finde! Er verdient ein Schlag-Recht zurück. Wie ihn herausfordern!? Dieser dumme, gewaltsam, unhöfliche Junge!" she ranted.

I understood most of it and got the jist of it.
Right now, I'd hate to be Tom.

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We were sat with Bill for about an hour while they sorted out his forms to let him leave.
They finally came in and let us go, advising Mrs Kaulitz how to treat Bill's nose and stuff.
I walked back to reception with Bill, hand in hand.

The contact was making butterflies swarm my stomach.
I was confused. I don't like Bill in that way.

Why would he give me butterflies?
I was probably just worried about my best friend.