Spotless Mind // H.S.

thirty-six.

Before my mind can process anything, I'm in the car driving to the hospital. My eyes cloud with tears but Im still sure of where I'm going.

I peer to my right and see Harry in the passenger seat, holding on to my phone and purse that I dropped at the park.

I approach a stoplight and my car comes to a halt. I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath and looking back over to Harry.

The red light from the traffic lights illuminates his skin as he stares down into his lap.

He looks up at me when he notices I'm staring before taking my hand in his.

"It's going to be okay." He tells me, giving off a small smile.

I nod, even though I'm not quite sure I believe him.

The light changes to green and I turn back to the road, Harry releasing my hand from his so I can continue to drive.

"I've been through this before and I know how scary it is not knowing what state they're in. But somehow, I know he'll be okay." He says in a voice that calms me entirely.

I blink away the tears that have formed in my eye, wiping them away with my sleeve as I see the hospital come in to view.

I pull in the parking lot, parking somewhere near the front of the building.

We both quickly get out of the car, making our way inside the building.

I rush to the front desk, my breath quickening.

The receptionist gives off a smile as we stand in front of the desk.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She asks.

I stand still, my mouth agape as I stare at her with no emotion.

"We're looking for her father." Harry speaks up next to me. "Ryan Collins."

As she types on her computer, I feel Harry's hand lock with mine, squeezing it lightly.

"He's currently undergoing treatment so you can't see him just yet. It'll be over in about half an hour."

She pulls a paper out of a folder and hands it to me along with a pen. "You can fill this out in the time being." She says and I take the paper.

I nod, turning around to sit in the waiting room. Harry follows, sitting beside me.

I start to fill out the paper, answering questions about who I am and how I'm related to the patient.

I rush through it, filling it out within minutes and setting it down in the chair beside me. Harry picks it up and walks over to the front desk, handing it to the woman.

I lay my head onto the wall, watching as people rush in and out of the room. I watch as some push wheelchairs through the halls for someone in need of it.

"Are you okay?" Harry whispers from beside me once he's back.

I shrug. "Not really." I say, feeling the tears start to come back.

I feel his hand grab mine, his thumb running softly over the skin of it.

"It'll be okay." He says, as a tear rolls down my cheek. He's quick to catch it and wipe it away. "I promise."