bad boys [h.s]

nine

CHAPTER NINE

"How am I supposed to do this Sarah?" He pressed his hand against his forehead and sighed.

"I don't know Harry." My voice softened.

"Being the asshole my father is, he won't let me waste my money as he says. Elliot is my brother, he needs the chemo." Harry's eyes started to tear and become a dull colour of jade.

My stomach twisted into knots. Harrys father was really self-centred.

"Elliot is getting sicker and sicker as we speak, my life's a mess." He took deep breaths and propped himself down onto my bed.

I walked around in circles, pressing my hands against my temples, trying to think of an idea to fix all of this up.

"Sarah, you don't need to worry. None of this is your problem or your fault. Just stay out of it." He held my shoulders and gazed at my twig-like body.

I nodded my head and bit the inside of my cheek, "Do you want me to come with you to see him at the hospital?.."

"Yes please.. Please come with me, I don't want to face this alone." He kissed my on the cheek and what was once a tight grip on me, was now a warm hug.

"Okay let's go." I said, grabbing my keys.

"I'll drive." Harry snatched the keys out of my grasp and scampered off to the car.

I hopped in, strapping myself in with the seatbelt. The drive was silent and awkward, as usual. I turned the other way staring out the window, trying to act as comfortable as possible.

"I know you're uncomfortable. I can see it in your body language." He smirked as he kept his eyes on the road.

I shook my head and blushed, staring down and pulling at my ripped skinny jeans.

"You don't have to be uncomfortable, it's just the hospital, damn Sarah don't close yourself in like that." He stroked my leg and still payed full attention on the road.

We arrived at the hospital. It looked so cold and dark. I hated hospitals. It reminded me of when my mother died. We walked into the reception asking the young lady to escort us to the room Harry's brother was in.

The place reeked of the sick and deceased, I wanted to pull my hair out I was so frustrated.

I heard cries and moans coming from the other patient's rooms down the halls. How could Harry survive in all of this? It's traumatic.

Harry walked into the room, holding his hands together. Elliot had pipes running through his nose and crossing behind his ears.

"Excuse me," Harry tapped the nurse that had been busy with files and papers, "Is he asleep?" His voice shook in fear. I could see he was terrified.

"Yes." She smiled and carried on sorting through her files.

I stared at Elliot in gaze and wiped the tears running down my eyes, from my cheeks. I didn't really know Elliot, but I knew Harry cared about him a lot. So I did too.

Harry took a seat down on the chair next to the hospital bed and placed his head down on Elliot's lap, with his arms held together in front of him.

I left the room while I took one last steady intent look. I heard Harry mumbling things, ".. I should've been there for you, I shouldn't have let you run away. I'm such a horrible brother.." He started sobbing. I bit my nails and rushed in tightly hugging Harry.

He started crying on my shoulder, he rested his head on my chest as he still stayed seated on the chair.

"Harry?" Elliot started to open his eyes and whisper softly. His voice sounded utterly weak. He was weak. It was too miserable to watch.