The Honesty Rule

8:: Crushed

Authors Note:

Well it's been over month since I've updated and I don't even know what to say. I'm going to try my hardest to go back to updating every Wednesday but I have come to the conclusion that I definitely shouldn't make promises in case I can't keep them, but fingers crossed I can. Lol yeah we'll see how that goes.
Anyway.

Ella x

I don't remember what happened on the way to the hospital. I don't remember walking through the front doors, I don't remember. Everything was blurry. I remember Madeline guiding me through the halls to here, this bleak waiting room, but I don't remember the smell that hospitals have, the one I usually hate.

I can't smell it now.

I was sitting next to Madeline on the plastic blue chairs in the waiting room, in the emergency ward of the hospital. I had my knees to my chest with my forehead resting on my knees. That way, I don't have to make eye contact with anyone. Strangers that were also spread out in the little room, sprawled across the hard plastic chairs, had been giving us sympathetic looks all night.

When we had got to the entrance of the hospital, Chloe broke down sobbing. That was scary; Chloe rarely cries. She was always the one that knew what to do, and then all of a sudden she was on the sidewalk out the front of the hospital, in the rain, sobbing and kicking at the sidewalk. Madeline helped her get back up, and lead the two of us inside, Chloe sobbing and kicking, and me, quiet and numb like a zombie. A little sad zombie walking around.

A doctor came out of a hallway, and walked over to us. It was hell, not knowing if it was good or bad news.

"Mr. Deyes is fine," he said with a smile. "Twelve stitches on his forehead, but otherwise he's fine." Chloe sighed with relief.

"And Harry?"

"Mr. Grant is in an unstable condition, but we're doing everything we can," he said.

"Will he die?" I asked, scared of the answer might be.

"We're doing everything we can," he repeated.

I was glad that Hunter was okay, I really was. But I couldn't help feeling resentful that it wasn't Harry.

I immediately cringed, feeling mean for even thinking that. I should be happy for Hunter, for Chloe, for all of us. Honestly, what kind of stone cold bitch thinks that about one of her closest friends?

Chloe came and sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, and I felt even worse.

We were allowed to visit Hunter, and the three of us followed the doctor through the bland hospital hallways to a room with three beds in it. Hunter was in the closest, and I quickly surveyed the others; searching for Harry. Of course, he wasn't there. He was probably in ICU. I bit my lip, and the lump in my throat was so big it hurt.

Chloe ran to Hunter, throwing her arms around him, sobbing. He looked pretty rough. One of his eyes was swollen shut and looked very red and raw, and there was a big cut running across his forehead, with a row of black stitches. Chloe was now sitting on his lap, gently running her finger along the stitches and crying. He kissed the top of her head. "I'll be fine, Clo," he told her. I wished it was Harry. Again, I cringed. That's mean, I shouldn't think that.

Madeline came over to me from where she was talking to the doctor. "How are you doing?" She asked me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders again.

"Okay," I told her, shrugging, but I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Damn it, whenever someone asks me if I'm okay, that just makes me all the more likely to cry.