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I was going to sleepover at the hospital with him on the chair next to his bed. I woke up in the middle of the night to a jingling noise. I was so confused before I noticed Harry's bed shaking. Like at first I thought he was just trying to be funny but he didn't stop. So I looked closer and there was spit coming out of his mouth and his neck was all tensed up.

"Help!" I yelled and ran into the hallway, "My boyfriend is having a seizure! Help!"

In a matter of seconds nurses and doctors surrounded him to the point where I couldn't see him anymore. One of them made eye contact with me and took me by the hand to the waiting room.

"It's common to have seizures while you have a brain tumor." He informed me.

"If it's so 'common' why weren't you at his bedside waiting for it to happen so you could put a stop to it?"

He sighed, "I don't know."

"You don't know? Isn't it your job to know? This place is a fucking joke."

"Ma'am, listen-"

I groaned so loudly people were starting to stare, "I've been in this hospital for more than 8 hours just to see him happy. He wants to do something without getting such a bad headache he has to sit down. This is a hospital! You should be able-"

"If you don't settle down I'm going to have to make you leave."

I rolled my eyes, "You are lucky that this is the only hospital in this town. Do you guys even have bandaids here?"

"I would have to check." He scoffed and told me to sit down.

I don't even know what to think about this place. I'm more worried about Harry. How long had he been seizing? I should have stayed awake to make sure he was doing okay.

TWO WEEKS LATER...

The doctors told Harry to stay away from any kind of electronic. They stopped the tumor from spreading last week. I haven't seen him since the seizure.

I'm walking to his house right now. His mom called me saying Harry really wanted to see me. I can't wait to see his face.

Once I got there Harry opened the door wearing a grey sweatpants and a pink, fluffy robe.

"Beautiful Harmony, I love you so much!" He pulled me inside.

"Did you just call me beautiful?"

"Yes." His smile was so wide, "Why?"

"No ones ever called me that before."

"How's it feel?"

I shrugged, "Kinda cheesy but I like you so I won't say anything."

"Cheesy? How is that cheesy?" His eyebrows were furrowed and I noticed he was talking different.

"Why are you talking like that?"

"Like what?"

"You're talking different."

He shook his head and insisted he wasn't.

"Harry, just tell me."

He sighed and put his hand in his mouth, which was a little weird at first but then it made sense. He took out a clear retainer full of spit.

I laughed, "Why are you embarrassed about having a retainer?"

"Because." He shoved it in his pocket, angered, "Some people make fun of the way I talk with it in."

"Sorry."

"And now I bet you're going to make fun of the robe I'm wearing because it's pink. Well guess what? I don't believe in-"

"I wasn't going to say anything about the robe."

"Oh." He told me to go up to his room while he got some food for us.

His room wasn't the cleanest but it wasn't really messy either. The walls were white and the comforter was grey. There was a skylight which was pretty cool. There wasn't anything hung up except a large world map.

He walks up with a box of Cheez-its. "Let's not eat these before we make out. Cheez-it breath is not appealing on anyone."

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