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Chapter Twelve<3

Chapter Twelve<3

The snow floated down to the cold,hard, frozen over ground. The eight pointed flakes dancing in the strong breeze; they were truly mezmorizing in their beauty.

The pace in which the fluffy stuff fell rapidly increased; to a point where even the ambulances struggled to move.

Temperatures dropped and nurses scurried around handing out extra blankets to everyone, assuring them everything was going to be fine.

It wasn't.

I knew all too well.

Hospitals are horrible places.

I know all too well.

Mournful wails echoed through the silent building; loss is a terrible thing to endure.

I soon feel claustrophobic in the sterilized, white room. Harry's chest rose and fell at a slow, steady rate assuring me it was safe to take a walk.

My heart ached at the sound of the cries and a ghost of my own grief pushed to the surface.

Keep it together, Bree. You're not that girl anymore.

I trailed a mitten-less hand along a smooth wall, passing the sullen faces of nurses with a heavy heart.

I found myself gravitating towards the loud sobs, the need to comfort forcing my feet forward.

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A little girl with pure black hair scurried out of a room and collided with my legs. Her arms wrapped around my legs.

My body froze, not used to the contact, but allowed a hand to rest upon the dark hair at the peak of her skull.

I nervously inclined my head, attempting to see her face. Water stained cheeks came into view along with bright, bloodshot eyes.

She stuttered, "Mummy won't wake up."

My face saddened as my other hand fell upon her shoulder.

"Daddy's crying," She whimpered, "Daddy never cries."

Frantic nurses push through the door and sigh in relief when they spot her.

"Hannah," They breath, "Please don't run away like that."

"Leave me alone," Hannah cries, "Please."

I nod to them, pulling the weeping girl to a group of plastic chairs.

She scrambles up onto my lap and hides away beneath my hair. Her sobs are ragged and shallow, and it scares me. I have no idea what to do.

"Lights will guide you home, and ignite your soul,"

I sing no louder than a whisper, but a her breathing pattern changes.

"And I will try, to fix you."

"Is my mummy happy now?" A thick voice asks from under my hair. I pause, assessing my answer.

"I'm sure she's very happy,"

Hannah sniffles before lifting her head and looking into my eyes.

"You have a very pretty voice," She whispers.

The compliment is banned from being accepted so I just answer her with a hint of a smile.

"Lets get you back to your daddy,"

She clings to me like a monkey, "Wait, what's your name?"

I swallow, "Im breethany,"

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