What if we'd rewrite the stars? (Harlos) {💯%}

9. After surgery

Carlos pov:
The nurse told me Harry was in the recoveryroom and she told me that the surgery seemed to be successfully. But they would only know when Harry would wake up.
He had this tube in his mouth which would help him breahe and I was kinda worried.
Kinda? No, I was really worried.
His heart was pumping and his lungs seemed to function but when the nurse came by after a few hours, her reaction made me worry even more.
"Isn't he awake yet?" she asked and I got worried.
"What do you mean?"
"He should've woken up an hour ago..."
"W- what...?"
"You have to leave."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Don't make me say it again."
She called in a few doctors, sho started examining Harry and I was forcefully taken out of the room.

Three days later...

I was sitting on my bed as someone knocked on the door.
"Carlos...?" Evie's voice asked and I didn't bother to reply.
He was gone. Harry was dead.
"Carlos?"
"Go away Evie..." I mumbled as my eyes travelled to Harry's side of the dorm.
"You haven't been out of your room since... y'know... Please just come out."
"I said go away!" I yelled as tears filled ny eyes.
He was gone. And it was my fault... I made him do the surgery...

A few hours passed and I grabbed Harry's pocketknife from his drawer.
The metal cut through the skin of my arm but I didn't even flinch.
I made another cut, another and another.
My other arm got covered too...
"What he hell are you doing?!" Jay's voice yelled as blood dripped down my arms.
"I killed him Jay... It's my fault he's dead..." I mumbled.
Jay tried to take thr knife away from me but I dodged him.
"Get away from me!"
"Stop cutting yourself, none of his is your fault!"
"It is. Harry is dead because of me!"
And I cut myself again.
"Give me that knife!" Jay shouted and I looked at him.
"No." I said as I cut myself again.
"Carlos stop it!" Jay yelled and I looked at him.
"I deserve to feel the pain of cutting myself. Harry died because I made him do the surgery. It's my fault he's dead. I killed him!" I yelled hysterically and I wanted to cut myself again.
But Jay grabbed the knife and threw it away.
"It's not your fault!"
"It is, I practically killed him Jay!" I yelled and things started to spin.
The bloodloss was huge and Jay catched me before I hit the ground.
"Carlos...? Carlos...!" his voice sounded liek it was miles away and my eyes closed.

Jay pov:
I carried Carlos to the hospital and brought him in the ER.
"He cut himself, trying to kill himself." I said and a couple nurses took him over.

His life was saved, but our friendship was dead. Carlos never forgave me for saving his life. He never tried to kill himself again though, Mal and Evie prevented that.

And just like that... both the core four as the sea three... destroyed...
I kept trying to make Carlos forgive me... But let's say that Uma and Gil weren't exactly helpfull either.
Carlos never forgave me... and that was what hurt me the most... Nearly losing my bestfriend... then losing him anyway.

The end...