Broken girl (h.s)

Ch. 14

||Violets POV||

I wake up from a long slumber in the crappy hospital bed, 3 days, 3 days I have been here, in this hospital and I haven't gotten a report on Ricardo, I've gotten one on Connor, he's doing well, better then me and they won't tell me nothing about Ricardo I mean, I don't know Ricardo well but I promised I would be back for him and, I wasn't. I got beat. I can't stand not keeping promises, Harry walks in the room and sits by my bed, not saying a word, I haven't seen him at all since I've been in this fucking hell hole hospital he hasn't bothered to show which actually, disappointed me. maybe he knows something about Ricardo he can tell me

"Harry hi." I smile weakly

"Hey, how you feeling" He feels so uncomfortable in the room or around me. he's just so off, its weird.

"Good well, uh, horrible really" I chuckle

"Hey Harry." Okay Violet, you can trust Harry right? Just ask. he won't ignore you.

"What?" He looks up from the floor

"Do you know anything about Ricardo?" I ask biting my lip anxious for an answer and I quickly stop biting on my lip because it is soar in pain from being busted.

"No one told you." he tenses and I shake my head no.

"Oh, Ricardo he's, he's dead." Harry shrugs hesitating at his words.

"What" I say in disappointment and disbelief, then at the same time Luke walks in handing me a water bottle and I set it down beside me

"How could you Luke"

"What?" He asks, he's a such a- such a clueless brat!

"Not tell me about Ricardo, I asked you thousands of times and you acted like I said nothing, you ignored me and acted like I said nothing" I cry and he looks at the floor in disappointment then Ashton walks in

"And you" I stand up from the hospital bed, body being weak I fall down in an instant

"Violet" Ashton shouts picking me up

"Let go of me" I cry tears running down my face I jump out of Ashton's arms and fall into Harry's lap

"Put me back on the bed Harry" he obeys me

"How could you." I say looking at Ashton

"The doctors said it would put stress and we shouldn't tell you because it wouldn't be good for your process of healing" he looks at the floor.

"But I asked."

"But we were told not too."

"If you loved me, you would"

"So now we don't Love you" he says sounding hurt. looking at me hurt. hands now down by his sides.

I immediately felt guilty. guilt. guilt. and much, much more guilt built up in my chest. I felt horrible.

I open my mouth to say something. I want to speak words and say that's not what I meant, because that's not what I meant at all, but no words would come out, so I just close my mouth again and settle back into the bed trying to get comfortable.

We just all sat there in silence. I don't know whether it was comfortable silence or uncomfortable silence, it was just silent.

"Violet Zimmerman can go home now" the speakers interrupted the silence.

"Let's go." Harry says picking me up from the hospital bed. I wrap my arms around his neck and burry my head into the creek of his neck.

"Where are we going?" I ask