Chapter eight

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Avalon (Harley)'s POV

~a couple days later~

He's going to be okay. He's going to be okay. He's going to be okay. He. Is. Going. To. Be. Okay.

I feel a tear going down my face but I don't wipe it. My stomach aches from the bad feeling inside. I cannot shake it from when I followed him.

I end up feeling dizzy from unknowingly pacing, and end up laying down on my bed.

It's been a couple of days since I rushed Zsolt to the hospital and he's been unconscious the whole time. It's a very hard sight, that's why I'm home right now, I can't see it anymore. It's just too hard. Seeing him how he is. The smell, all the noises, footsteps, beeping. It all hurts my head.

Then my exhaustion sets in.
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When I wake up later in the day, I have a feeling that something will change and I don't know if it's good or bad, so I get up and get the car keys and drive to the hospital

The drive is as peaceful as I can make it, I need that peace if I'm going back to the hospital.

Walking through the doors, I make my way to his room and sit in the chair I have spent so much time in already.

I say a small, almost silent prayer. I am not religious and I have never prayed in my life, but I don't know what else to do. I feel tears falling down my face as I say this prayer. "Whoever may be listening, please let him be okay, I don't know if I can loose another person. I need him. I need help. and I know it's selfish to ask for so much, but I need you, mon Ange" I whisper and put our hands together and hold tight.

I hear a little chuckle before I hear a weak "mon ange?" From the boy in front of me. I can't help myself, I press a soft kiss on his lips. I see his eyes when we break from each other "what was that for, hummingbird?" He asked, his voice still weak

"I thought you were gone" I shakily signed as he tried to sit back up and his vitals went berserk and I helped him with a soft hand at his back and I move to sit on the foot of the bed so it's easier to see each other

"I would never leave you, hummingbird," he said, taking my hand. "I could never."

I feel another tear fall and hear footsteps coming to the room.

The door opens after a knock not long after " hello, I am Dr. Cortez and I have been keeping an eye on you for the duration of your stay. I just have a couple of questions for you now that your awake, if you are not up to it at this moment, I can come back soon, it is totally up to you, Zsolt"

"I'm up to it, Dr." He said after clenching his stomach

"Okay, may I ask you to leave the room while I ask him these questions sweetie?" She asked me and I just shook my head and stood up to leave the room, closing the door behind me. I feel sick anyway.

~Zsolts POV~

These 'few questions are going to be the death of me. I've been sitting here for an hour, answering questions

"Dr. I-I can't answer any more questions, not right now anyway, can we finish this up later?"

"Actually, no because I just asked you the last one I needed, thank you for answering, and I'm so sorry for what you've gone through." She said with a smile and grabbing her clipboard, she exited the room.

"Thank you." I never know what to say to that, so I've learned to just say thank you. I turn to look at the door and I see a familiar, gorgeous face and I cant help the smile on my face.

"So, when did you wake up?" she asked, walking back to the chair she was in earlier.

"Not long after you got here, I heard whispering and felt your hand, I just wanted that for a minute, but I couldn't contain myself when you said "mon ange", by the way, we need to talk about that you know," I explained myself.

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