Room 121 → Ariana and George.
Panicked. That's all George was. To come home from an afternoon of strolling around Hollywood, to find his girlfriend had gone to hospital -- it was worrying. Dressing himself in this and a pair of black converse, the boy exited his room, leaving his hair wet from the shower he'd taken just moments ago. Jogging down the hallway and down the grand staircase, George barely had the chance to say hello to passing celebrities before he was out the front door, throwing his overnight bag into the back -- just in case. Climbing into his car, the boy took no hesitation in revving slightly, before setting off to the hospital.
The journey literally took him ten minutes, though he told her he'd be twenty -- he sped, yes, but this was an emergency, right? After parking up, George realised he'd luckily avoided any paparazzi and after climbing out of his car and locking it, he jogged towards the entrance, letting the doors slide open. You could tell by the look on a few kids' faces that they knew who he was, but with them being injured and whatnot, they didn't seem to fuss much apart from the odd gasp. Walking up to the reception desk, George licked his lips, his fingertips tapping the surface, impatiently. "Ariana Grande, please." he mumbled, his eyes darting around as he waited for information. The nurse turned, "Room 121, first floor. If you take the elevator, it'll be down the left hallway." she mumbled. Nodding, George quietly thanked her and strode down the middle of the large waiting room, ignoring the stares he got. He wasn't sure whether it was because they recognised him, or because his hair was still wet, he was out of breath, and his white t-shirt was sticking out a little at the bottom of his dark green jumper. Probably both.
Reaching the floor he was directed to, George walked down the hallway and peered at each door number, though his breath caught in his throat when he finally found '121'. Taking a small breath, he knocked on with his knuckles, before turning the handle and pushing open the door. His panicked eyes softened at the sight of his girlfriend, and as he took a step forward, he closed the door behind him. "Hey, baby," he whispered, a soft, yet somewhat sad smile gracing his face. Walking forwards, George stopped beside her bed and leaned down, a hand cupping her chin as he pressed their lips together, softly, his eyes closing. The kiss lingered for a good ten seconds, before he finally pulled away, a droplet of water falling from his fringe and onto his nose. It was their first kiss in, what he felt like was, weeks. And it probably was.