Subterranean | H.S.

S32

Daily reminder that I'm not a doctor or a medical student and good luck with this one..

Music for this chapter:
It'll Be Okay - Shawn Mendes
:((

Persephone's pov

I'm squeezing my phone in my left hand while I bite the nails on my right hand.

I'm not able to focus on anything other than the way my hand hurts from how hard I'm holding the device. But the pain spreading across my skin is the only thing I wish to feel at the moment.

Somehow, the pain feels nice again. Physical pain that's not caused by mental one is the best thing to feel. It has nothing more with it, it doesn't bring anything more. It's not anything mental that hurts so bad you start to feel it in your body. It's just there and it's unbothered by any deeper issues.

And even if I feel something deep inside me craving to break, I'm able to hold it back by causing physical pain. And Harry doesn't have to see it.

I'm practically stepping out of the driving car, hoping I'll make it faster there. I appreciate that he understood when I said that I have to get to the hospital. I had it written all over my face so it wasn't hard for him to understand. I'm sure he broke almost every single rule, but it'll never be fast enough for me.

When I noticed that it was the hospital calling I felt the heat hitting my face. I felt so bad for not answering his question, but some things are just more important, even if I like to talk to him. After we met for the first and second time I never would've realized that he's also a human being and has feelings and a past and can understand me.

I don't have to look at him to know that he really wants to break the silence. I can feel the air becoming thicker and thicker the longer we sit inside the vehicle. He's the kind of person to torture, someone until he's going to cross all limits, but this time he's surprisingly quiet. He's almost too quiet and it's killing me even more.

He pulls up under the hospital and I open the door of the still moving car, yelling 'thank you' and not caring about my stuff. I don't care if he'll go through them, I don't care if someone's going to take them away. None of it matters. They're just things. Materialistic items that have no emotional bond with me.

Arnie is the only one I care about.

The voice echoes through my head. Over and over again.

''Persephone, he's absolutely broken. He's been having angry outbursts for the past hour. We can't calm him down, we're unable to sedate him. You have to talk to him. You're the only one he trusts and the only one he's going to listen to. Please, Persephone. He got a fever and if his body temperature is going to be that high the new medications won't work.''

''He realized he's losing hair.''

I get dizzy stepping into the hospital.

I want to run, I want to get there as fast as possible. But I know that once I'll see it I won't be able to take it back. I'll never take back the time and be the person I used to be before I saw my little flower devastated. I wish I could take that on myself and he wouldn't have to go through it. There's this special bond between us and even his parents noticed it when they saw us together. I think that he's one of my soulmates.

I walk, but when I see that the elevator is about to close I run to make it faster. I breathe loudly, standing between two nurses. They must be from another ward of the hospital because I don't recognize them. One of them is holding belts, the ones that are often seen in movies. I try to think about something else than Arnie, so I keep looking at belts.