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eleven

Today was the last full day at Hellcliff Asylum.

I had no idea of how I felt about that. I was lying in bed, looking up at the blue tent ceiling. The notebook was right by my pillow and the sounds outside of the tent was Harry making food for us. With my injured foot, there was a lack of things I could do and I hated it. Harry was friendly enough to offer himself to do all the stuff for me. At least I think my foot was on the healing way.

"Should we do something today since this is our last full day here?" I suggested. I leaned up, supporting on my elbows to get a better view of what he was doing.

"There is only a limited amount of things we can do," he said, nodding towards to my foot.

"My foot is still there, you act like my foot is chopped off," I laughed.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," he cooed.

I rolled my eyes and threw the pillow beside me at him. I walked out of the tent and sat down next to him. "I can't believe we only have one full day left here."

"I know, the days have passed by quickly now that I think of it," he sighed.

"To be honest, I didn't think I would survive one whole week here," I laughed slightly.

"Me neither," he chuckled. "But, hey, at least I got a new friend."

I turned up to him, smiling. "I guess I got one too."

**

Harry and I had spent some time strolling around on the other floors at the asylum. And now I was stuck in the tent, resting as my foot was hurting after walking around much. I flicked through the pages of the notebook until I felt my eyelids get heavy and I took a little nap.

The next time I opened my eyes, Harry was right in front of my face, gently waking me up.

"Hey, Nat. Wake up," he softly spoke.

I looked into his deep green eyes, slightly confused at which time of the day it was. "Huh?"

"You were out for a long time," he smiled."

"What do you want?" I groaned.

"I have a surprise for you... Well kinda," he said, dragging me out of bed.

"Surprise?" I said, standing up. Grabbing a hoodie on the go, I followed Harry up the endless stairs up to the roof top.

When the door opened, I couldn't help but smile at what Harry had done. He had rigged up a nice, well nicer meal than usual, up at the rooftop as the sun was setting and attempted to make a little bonfire on the mini grill.

"This is amazing," I said utterly shocked and happy. I couldn't believe that Harry would spend time to do this for me. I immediately threw my arms around him for a big hug.

"It's our last night here, so I thought why not make it a little bit special?" He smiled like a little child, his hands were still resting on my back.

"It's perfect," I said happily, still not believing that he took the time and effort to do this.

"Well, sit down m'lady," he said in a posh Britsh accent and showed me to our seat.

"Why thank you sir."

"The food isn't something to brag about. This was the only thing left," he said, handing me instant noodles.

"I still think this is amazing," I smiled.

"And..." He said, digging through the food bag behind him. "I found this."