Bad Idea (Hariana)

028. HOPE FOR THE BEST, PREPARE FOR THE WORST

HARRY

My eyes stung terribly. They ached. I laid across my bed and just sobbed. Two, three hours passed. Blair stormed off to some unknown location, leaving me alone. She left me.

It was what I wanted, I guess, but it didn't feel right to not have her next to me. I stared up at the ceiling, rolling over to Blair's bedside table to check the time.

My phone began to ring, but I didn't have the energy to see who was calling. I let my ringtone play out, bathing in the silence that it created afterwards.

It rang again, this time it seemed louder. I groaned and sat up in bed, sliding it off of the bedside table and dropping it on the floor. "Fuck." I muttered as I slid it off with my toe, picking it up and seeing I had two missed calls from Mikey Foster.

He probably had some bullshit argument, trying to yell at me for breaking up with Blair. I didn't really care. No one knew the full story, after all. Not even Blair herself.

I unlocked my phone and went to my call log, debating whether or not to call Mikey back. He called me again, for the third time. "Leave me the fuck alone." I muttered to myself before laying back down on the bed, putting the phone on speaker.

"Yo, finally you answered. Damn." Mikey answered the phone immediately. He sounded out of breath, like he'd been panicking.

"I don't know what the fuck happened between you and B, but holy fucking shit man, she's not okay. I had to take her to the hospital." He added quickly. I heard the sound of a chair pull out as he tried desperately to catch his breath.

I sat up quickly, "What do you mean you had to take her to the hospital?! Again?" I asked frantically, bringing the phone to my ear.

"She won't stop throwing up. Sweating, chills, shaking. All of it. It's fucking scary." He explained. I got up quickly and threw on a tee shirt over my sweatpants.

"Do I need to come? I can come right now." I offered quickly. I hated to see her in pain. She needed someone to be there for her, even if she was pissed at me.

"That's why I called you. Her family is in Florida, I have no option besides you." He sighed. I slipped on a pair of sneakers and ran out of my house, heading straight for my car.

"I'm on my way. I'll be there in five." I breathed out and hung up the phone with Mikey. I hopped into the drivers seat, turned the key into the ignition, and sped off.

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THE screeching of the rough metal wheels echoed through the almost empty hallway. A few curious people looked over at the unconscious young woman  laying alone on the small white bed, her sweat dripping across her forehead. Although she was unconscious, you can see her pained expression. She's barely alive, and you can tell how hard she's trying to stay.

Blair Klein, unbeknownst to practically everyone, is currently fighting for two lives. But of course she doesn't know that yet. She's in between the fine lines of life and death. With her lips pale, her breathing shallow, and her heartbeat weak; nobody knew what was wrong with her or how to fix it.

After a long fight with her now ex-boyfriend, she traveled to her best friends residency, Mikey Foster. Soon the woman fell unconscious, laying across the floor of his studio apartment.

Her friend called her now ex-boyfriend, petrified and unsure of what to do. He rushed to her side, and now they stood. Waiting to be let into the hospital room.

The doctors finally entered the emergency room and began tearing her clothes off. As she fell, she hit her head on a marble countertop, sending her head and body to fall with a large impact. Head injury's were extremely serious, and Harry knew that.