The Target

Don't leave them alone?

It's been a week since Harry's accident and I visit him every day. I stay there and talk to him. He is bound to get up soon, I'd rather he do it in my presence. Adam visits thrice a week. He says that his job has become quite unbearable in the past few days. I have no choice but to believe him.

"Amy?" Harry made a small grunted whisper. I was sitting with Harry on a Monday. He woke up! I thought. "Harry!" I said and pressed the button that called the nurse. About a minute later, a nurse entered the room and started checking Harry's vitals. After a thorough check-up, she told me he was fine. "Hi, what happened?" Harry asked as I adjusted his bed in a sitting position, carefully. "Yo-you had an accident! It was bad, but you are alive! I was so scared, asshole," I sniffled. Harry chuckled but instantly stopped and gazed at the door. I turned around and saw Adam standing there with teary eyes and a smile.

"Harry? You are awake!" Adam exclaimed. "I just came to check up on you and Amy. But then I heard your nurse outside saying that you are up. I am so happy and relieved. I missed you, man," Adam said in a single breathe. "Why?" Harry asked. I glanced at him and whispered, "Harry, please! I didn't say anything to him about the stalking thing." Harry nodded and relaxed his disgusted expression. Adam stood there, hurt. "Because I care for you. And you are my best friend and you were unconscious for so long," Adam choked out. Harry gave a small smile and nodded. Adam smiled and gave him a hug. I walked out of the room. I went to the small terrace when my phone rang. "Hello?" I sighed.

"Ms. Grant, would you be able to come down to the station? It's important," Detective Kurtz said from the other end.

"Um, yeah sure. Is there a lead?" I asked hope evident in my voice.

"It would be better if you came. Bring your friend, Harry, is it?"

"Oh, he had an accident a few days back. He woke up today. I am at the hospital with him. He can't come."

"Is your boyfriend there with you?"

"Of course! Detective, what is it?"

"Don't. Leave. Harry. Alone. With. Him! Come down to the station after Harry is away from Adam," Saying this the detective cut the call.

I had started warming up to Adam again, seeing his concern for Harry. But somewhere, that fear was present as well. But hearing the detective talk about Adam like this, shoved the concern aside. All I felt was fear as I sprinted back to Harry's ward. "HARRY!" I panted as I barged into the room. They both shot their heads up at me. "Babe, what the fuck?" Harry chuckled. "Sorry, I got a call from the police station. I have to go. Adam, you wouldn't mind dropping me off, would you?" I asked, hoping he would say yes. "Sure, but why aren't you using your car?" Adam asked. "I would, but I am low on petrol and if it's a lead then I don't want to be late," I lied for a good reason. I was scared to get in the car with Adam after what I heard from the detective. But I have no choice. Harry would be safe. and Adam won't do anything, would he? Adam said goodbye to Harry. When I went to him and gave him a hug, "I am sorry but Adam can't be alone with you. There's something wrong," I whispered in his ear while Adam grabbed his coat and car keys from the other end of the room. Harry nodded and I walked off. Once in the car, I felt petrified, but I was smart enough not to show it.

Adam drove fast and carefully. We reached the police station in ten minutes. I went inside and realized Adam was following me. "You don't have to come! I can take it from here," I told him. "Are you serious? I am always there for you. I won't let you go through it alone. If it's brutal? I want to be there for you," Adam scoffed. Does he not know what he did in the past few weeks? What is wrong with him?  I thought.

"You should go. I want to see this alone, please," I pleaded. Never thought I'd do that. Adam hesitated for few seconds but agreed. He started inching closer until he was kissing me. I pushed him back. Fear! I thought. Adam looked sad. I went into the cabin, feeling Adam's glare stabbing my back.

"What's wrong?" I asked, once inside.