Siren

7. Harry

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"I'm right here, Baby." I squeezed her hand, willing her to wake. Sienna had been sleeping for at least 14 hours, tubes up her nose and an I.V. stuck in her arm. The nurses had assured me and her mother that she would wake soon, and that her resting was a good thing. But it only made me anxious. The doctor entered the room. 

"Sienna should be waking up soon, and theres a few things you both should know." Ms. Brooks bit her lip, never looking up. I nodded, urging him to continue. "You need to be gentle with her. She's obviously going through a difficult time, and is going to keep going through a difficult time. Support is key. Make sure you both let her know that you support her in everything she does, and that you're going to be there for her. I wouldn't mention the situation too much, or you might overwhelm her. Most of the victims in these incidents feel like they're being suffocated after they go home, with so many people asking them how they are and being careful about what they say. The best advice I can give you is to keep things as normal as possible, but don't act like the incident never happened. When she wakes up, don't quiz her. Show her the love and affection she needs, and let her open up at her own rate. Understand?"

"Yes." I nodded. Ms.Brooks said nothing, her face was expressionless.

"Ring me when she wakes up." The doctor left.

"It's gonna be okay, Ms. Brooks." I assured her mother.

"It's my fault." She whispered. "I-I haavent been there for her." Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

"It's not your fault." I said, only for her sake. I'm sure Ms.Brooks was part of the reason this had happened. She shook her head. I put my arm around her shoulder, trying to comfort her.

"I'm so sorry Sienna. I'm so sorry."

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Am I asleep am I awake or somewhere in between?

I can't believe that you are here and lying next to me.

Or did I dream that we were perfectly intwined?

Like braches on a tree or twigs caught on a vine?

It was ironic how this actually described my situation. Had last night actually happened? I turned to look at the miracle's face, her eyes closed and her lips pursed in sleep. She had really grown up since she was 18.  She was beautiful. Not that she wasn't before, she had always been stunning physically. But now, her beauty was less raw. More mature and weathered. Like a garden that's been tended. I wanted to touch her, but I was hesitant. She wasn't mine, after all.

I kissed her collarbone gently. "Si." I moved by her hairline, going slowly, as to feel the full impact of each touch. "Darling." Her eyelids fluttered for a moment, before she groaned and turned away from me. "Comeon!" I whined.

"It's much to early for this." She said irritably.

"I forgot you weren't much of a morning person." I laughed. She grunted in response. I wrapped my arms around her underneath the sheets, feeling her little chest move up and down with each breath she took. "If you wake up, we can do something." I whispered in her ear. Her eyes were open then, wide and alert. She sat up, freeing herself of my embrace.

"Harry. I know what happened last night. But you're not my boyfriend." I flinched. "Are we even friends?" She stopped mid speech. Finally she seemed to return to reality. "I don't even know what we are. Anyway, you can't just expect me to have sex with you because you cuddled me for one night. What do you take me as, some slut?  I-I can't-" I realized now why she was upset.