Complications

Memories

AUTHORS NOTE- read the chapter struggling before this one

My phone is stupid and made it update before the last chapter so read struggling before memories.

I made everyone else leave the bathroom so it was just me and Harry.

I looked at him examining his body,

So many cuts on him.

There were 10 horizontal on his chest, some on his face and arms.

He looked so broken, and it was all my fault. I sat next to the tub with my head in my hands.

It's all my fault I said rocking back and forth.

I started to cry even harder when I felt every bone in my body, how could I let someone do this to me?

I used to be so strong, I used to be fearless, unbreakable, and now

Well now I'm everything opposite.

I'm weak, scared of everything, and broken.

I want to try to break my ways.

I wiped my tears and sat back in my chair next to the tub.

I took a cup and filled it with water.

I tilted his head back and wet his hair.

A tear streamed down my cheek when I saw how valnurble he was.

I grabbed a black bottle of axe shampoo and started to wash his hair.

I watched as the white shampoo turned red, the blood that was dried in his hair was staining the shampoo blocking it from doing its job.

I started to wash the blood and shampoo out of his hair.

And I repeated shampooing this time it stated white.

I then rinsed his hair and put some conditioner in his hair, I slicked it back so he looked like Jack in Titanic.

I smiled............ There is that beautiful boy.

I took a rag wet it and put some soap on it.

I slowly rubbed all over his body being as gentle as I could.

He looked so fragile....like if I touched him....he would break.

I rinsed off his body and started to drain the water.

He is so perfect.

I then put my head on his chest.

THERE'S A PULSE!!

A huge smile spread across my face.

It was very faint but it was there,

I called Savannah up hear.

I stared at his body smiling listening to her footsteps getting closer.

What's up? She said peeking her head in the door.

I need help picking him up and dressing him.

We carried him to my bed and dressed him in a white tank top boxers and grey sweatpants.

We propped him up and covered him with blankets.

I released Savannah and I climbed in next to him.

I rubbed my hand over his stomach....

I could feel every one of his ribs.

I missed him so much and I wouldn't know what to do if I lost him.

I missed him wrapping his hands around me.

I miss his soft lips.

I missed his smart remarks and sarcasm.

I missed everything about him.

And he may be gone.