𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ； ℋℯ𝓃𝓅𝒶𝓉

Chapter 19

Patrick Hockstetter pov:

"He's fine and he's awake. You can go see him."

I stood up and looked at Belch and Victor.

"You go see him and talk to him. You need to the most and don't fuck it up." Belch said.

I looked at Victor. He was snoring on Belch's shoulder. Useless.

I walked into Henry's room. I sat down next to him. He was playing with a switchblade. "How'd get you get that in here?"

"It was in my jacket pocket." He mumbled.

"I got something to say."

"Say it then."

"I'm sorry that I left you in the bathroom. I worried. I don't wanna go to the looney bin, Hen. And I'm sorry about what I said last time when I came here. I just- my dads been really angry since he got back and I know what you have gone through is even worse and my dad has no excuse for my actions. I love you so much and I can't afford to lose you."

He grabbed my arms and pulled me down. He hugged me and rested his head in my shoulder. "You're fine. You need therapy? My dad booked me in but im not going."

I laughed. At least he sounded okay.

"Im fine. Why ain't you going?"

"Cause I got all the therapy I need right here." He laughed.

"Cheesy."

"So is your feet."

"Gross."

Short chapter just to make you sure he's okay and they're okay