I bite my lip at the memory but push it away as she opens her eyes. I prepare for the worst as she looks at me. Im expecting her to flip like last time. But she doesn't. She just stares into my eyes for a really long time. Them she starts crying "help" she repeats over and over. She starts to cry. She reaches for me. I wrap my arms around her shaking, weak body and hold her to me. I rub her back. I sing into her ear. "This isnt what you think" she says. "What do you mean, Kar?" I ask. Still holding her. "Im not supposed to know" she says "but its him, its Harry he-" A familiar male nurse walks in "Visiting hours are up"
