Friendzone

Chapter Five

Kristine's P.O. V.

I lay my head down on Josh's lap, enjoying the sensation of him playing with my hair whilst comforting me of the situation " She'll be just fine" he mumbled weakly as I felt the slight tug on a strand of my hair. I sighed feeling restless. I watched as Harold pace back and forth obviously worried "Relax" I said to him surprising myself at how calm my voice was "She isn't going to die. She's a fighter" I added sounding certain but in reality I was trying to convince myself.

He sighed walking towards the seat beside Josh plopping down "I'm just..." he muttered trailing off "Where's Ira?" I asked as realization dawned on me "You left her?" I asked not even giving him a chance to reply "Yeah" he replied hoarsely "She'll understand" I sighed deeply willing the internal battle I had inside to calm down "Wanna get some ice cream?" I heard Josh ask softly "It'll calm you down, babe" he explained. Even though I was worried, I can't help but feel my stomach flutter "Okay" I replied quietly "Want to come mate?" he asked Harold who's been silent. He shook his head rubbing his face "Suite yourself" Josh muttered taking my hand in his causing electricity to explode everywhere making goosebumps rise on my skin.

Josh's P.O.V

I'm playing at a dirty game, she might notice... but her hand gripping mine felt too irresistable. Her touch sent electricity shooting up my body "You okay?" I asked her since she hadn't been her usual perky self since the accident "Yeah, I'm fine" she croaked out, her eyes distant

"Are you sad?"

Fucktard. I cursed silently. Of course she's sad you dope.

"Not as much when I get my ice cream" she said grinning "Flavour?" I asked her "Chocolate chip cookies" she replied instantly "Shaira will absolutely go insane for chocolate chip mint" she added smiling dryly "She'll be fine" I said rubbing my thumb across her hand. She nodded once. Once we reached the ice cream parlour her face immediately lit up at the sight of the different kinds of frozen delights around an incredulously long counter.

"How many scoops?" the lady asked from behind the counter "3 please" Kristine said grabbing for her wallet "I'll pay" I piped up alteady holding my wallet pulling out 10 bucks "No its okay, its my ice cream" she insisted pulling out a 5. I proceeded to the counter paying for her ice cream before she even got it "Thank you" the man behind the counter grinned knowingly at me "No. Thank you" I said grinning at him before getting myself a cookies and cream bar and spotted a chocolate chip mint one.

Why not get it for Shaira? Besides, if she isnt awake yet I could just give it to Harold.

I grabbed one and paid for it myself seeing Kristine aproach me "You didn't have to pay for me" she whined whilst licking her ice cream "It was my pleasure" I said grinning. We proceeded back to the hospital as I bit into my ice cream "Shit" I said as I felt a jolt of pain in my gums "Karma" Kristine sing songed "What the hell did I do? I'm an angel" I said waiting for the pain to go away "Ahem" she scoffed jokingly "Don't lie to yourself" she giggled running away, little shrieks leaving her mouth as I chased after her ignoring the odd looks the people shot us.

Harold's P.O.V.

I sighed burying my hands in my hair, lightly rubbing my scalp trying to ease the dull ache "Harold?" someone called. My head quickly shot up "That'd be me" I said "Is there anything wrong?" I asked imediately taking big strides towards the nurse "Erm... Ms. Thomas is calling for you" she informed smiling.

I choked slightly on air "She's awake?" I asked feeling over joyed "Not exactly" she said "Her motor senses are working perfectly fine, her pupils dialate and her reflexes are working though we believe that her body hasn't produced enough blood to recover" she explained. My mouth dropped into an "o" shape "She's in room 1609 by the way. Just go straight then turn left" she informed before leaving me. I took quick big strides towards her direction, a bit nervous if I were to be honest. I quietly crept into her room seeing her beautiful self on the bed. Wait... when did I ever think she was beautiful. I ignored that thought going towards her bed.

She was sickly pale, almost as pale as I am maybe even paler. Her hair was neatly brushed to the sides of her head. My gaze drifted to her cuts, seeing a needle stuck on her hand. I sighed grabbing her hand examining the cuts. Some of them already healed and some are in the process "Why?" I asked her softly as if she was going to answer "Harold" she whined as if she was dreaming. I snapped my gaze up to her face seeing her eyes still closed. I boldly placed my lips on one of her cuts, feeling rough skin against my skin "Haz" she whispered. The nick name making me feel warm all over and I found myself grinning wider than I should've...

"I love you" she whispered her head shifting side to side, her eyes fluttering. My mouth had gone dry as I quickly shuffled to my feet.

I saw her eyes slowly flutter open seeing tears in them

"I love you"