6. Gil

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Uma pov:
I looked at Gil.
"What is wrong with you?!"
"You know what."
"Ugh, otherwise I wouldn't be asking."
He scoffed and walked away.
I was still tied up and I tried to free myself, dang it. That guy has been practising.
"Gil, release me. Please... With Harry and everything he's going through-"
"Shut up, Uma!" he yelled and I was actually a bit impressed.

Harry pov:
So as stubborn as I was, I had to make sure Uma didn't just ditched me.
Although I had the feeling something else was going on...
So I pulled the IV out of my arm, found my normak clothes and put them on.
Then I just sneaked out of the hospital which was really stupid since they told me my immune system was like 60% weaker then normal because of the chemo...

Anyways I stole Ben's remote and went to the isle.
It was way more exhausted than it would've been normally and once I was on the isle I started looking for Uma, yea I put the cap of my shirt on. I'm not that big of an idiot.

I walked by the fish and chips shop, but she wasn't there.
I asked a few people about her but they didn't care, like usual.
Then I saw someone laying on the ground with stab wounds.
I decided to take a closer look and I knew exactly who did that, no one makes a murder so messy as him.
Gil.
Of course, the hostage thing. Unbelievable that I forgot that...

So I went to his house and the door was unlocked, dumb ass.
Then I saw the rest of Uma's crew, as soon as they noticed me they attacked me, I was good in dodging but I had no weapons of my own.
One of them made a cut in my arm and another one looked at that first person.
"We weren't allowed to hurt him." he whispered.
"Like I care." number 2 said.
I held my hand on the wound and then Gil walked in.
"I knew you'd come!"
He grinned a bit evilish and I looked at him.
"What on earth are you doind? You haven't killed in years. And what about the whole hostage thing?"
Gil looked at me.
"Does it matter? You and Uma forgot all about me! Then Uma was back on the isle and she only told your stupid sisters about everything. Again, leaving me in the dust!"
"Gil-"
Then he punched me in the stomach, which hurted more then usual... And I threw up because of the chemo...
"Gross!" Bonnie yelled, that was the only one I recognised.
I coughed a bit and looked at Gil.
"What is all this...?"
"You two were my friends, you guys just ditched me!"
"And you're pissed..." I muttered.
"I just want my friends back..." he said softly and I looked at him.
"That's what this was all about? Uma was working on getting you in Auradon..."
"You didn't forget about me?"
"Of course not. But next time you shouldn't kidnap and punch your freaking friends!"
Gil looked at one of those guys.
"Untie Uma..."
Gil looked at me.
"I guess you two hate me now huh?"
"Neh, I would've done the same." I said.
Uma looked at me.
"Harry? You're supposed to be in the hospital!" she said and on that moment, I passed out.

Uma pov:
Harry passed out and I looked at him.
"No..."
I kneeled next to him and looked at Gil.
"If you want to keep your friend you might want to help a hand."
The two of us helped Harry up, I found the remote in his pocket and we returned to the Auradon hospital as soon as possible.

The nurses took him over and I was worried sick.
"Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay, please be okay." I kept repeating that and Gil looked at me.
"What's going on with him?"
"Deadly disease, just a chance of survival..."
"Is that disease the reason he's bald?"
"Yes... I wanted to support him... I..."
Tears welled up in my eyes.
"He did this just so he could help me out... It was so reckless..."
Gil looked at me.
"Sorry... It's my fault..."
I punched him in the face.
"You still owed that one."
He nodded as he stroke over the painfull spot on his cheek.

It took a while and a nurse looked at me.
"He's stabilized, he should wake up any moment soon."
I walked into his room and saw that he has some sort of tubes in his nose and it looked like a horror scene of a hospital drama show.
I took his hand and tears welled up in my eyes.
"Please be okay..." I muttered one last time.

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