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24. Unexpected

24. Unexpected

It's about a week and a half later and all I've done is stayed in my room. I haven't even been to school; they said I can have as much time off as I need. And considering all our exams are over, it doesn't really make a difference whether I'm in school or not.

I've been thinking about Connor; every single day. I've tried texting him, I've tried calling him; nothing's worked. I might go round his house; I need to talk to him. Even if we're not friends, I need to know he's not mad at me.

I turn in my sleep only to feel warm liquid on my face. I touch my face; feeling it again, I turn on my lamp on my bedside table only to see there's blood all over my bed covers. There's so much blood it's making me dizzy; I don't know what to do.

I get up and drunkenly run to the bathroom across the hall, pinching my nose; I look in the mirror to see scarlet red blood streaming out of my nose.

"HARRY," I shout, trying to wake him; not caring that it's the middle of the night.

A few seconds later, I hear Harry stumbling, as he walks towards the bathroom.

"Holy shit. What the hell happened," he says in his deep morning voice.

I shake my head, suddenly my head starts throbbing- making my eyes water. It's worse than a headache, worse than a migraine. It hurts so badly I can't even hold my own head up.

Then I'm met with blackness; and everything disappears.

HARRY'S POV-

"HARRY," I hear someone shout; waking me up from my sleep.

It's a good thing I'm not that deep of a sleeper; the slightest noise wakes me up.

I know it's Emily; she sounds in pain. I get out of bed; seeing the light on in the hall and the bathroom, next to my room. I walk in only to be met with an extremely pale Emily, with blood streaming from her nose, and all over her hands.

I stand in shock; I hadn't thought things through, I had no idea what I was doing.

"Holy shit; what happened?" is all I can make out.

Suddenly Emily's eyes start watering; as if she's about to cry; they then roll to the back of her head and she falls forward.

My reflexes kick in and I grab her just before she hits the ground; I lay her on the bathroom floor.

"Emily, Em," I shake her shoulder, trying to wake her, "C'mon," I try again when it doesn't work the second time.

I don't know what to do; I run into my bedroom; now fully awake. I grab my phone from my bedside table and shakily dial the 999, and call the ambulance service. My breathing is uneven.

They tell me to check Emily's breathing and to lay her in the recovery position until they get here.

Once I've hung up; there's nothing to do but wait and honestly it felt the longest 10 minutes of my life.

In that moment I felt so hopeless; like there was nothing I could do to make anything better or change anything. I sit holding Emily's hand; trying not to cry.

"Emily, not yet. C'mon Em, c'mon," I mutter to myself.

Soon enough, the ambulance comes and the paramedics take over; I grab my phone and ride with them in the ambulance, not leaving Emily alone.

When we get to our local hospital; which is about 15 minutes from our house, they take Emily into a room, telling me to wait.

How was I supposed to wait when I had no idea what was happening to my baby sister? I put up a fight; begging them to tell me what was happening.