Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

"That Is Not What I Meant."

~Janissa ~

 "He needs to get checked, Harry." My eyes follow him as he contines pacing the floors in the hall way. His hands are gripping at his hair, and I just stand there holding onto the blood stained towel. "Something could be seriously wrong with hi-"

"I know!" Harry screams. His voice echos down the corridor, few people peeking their heads out of the door. "What the fuck do you want!" Harry screams at them. I can't help but notice long, blonde hair being taken back into the room. 

"Harry, you need to calm down. Now!" I try to approach him, but he won't stop moving.

"With what money, Janissa? That is the problem! I. Can't. Afford. It! Do you understand me?"

"Don't talk down to me like I am stupid!" I don't know what to do. So, I throw the towel at him. "Here." I say calmly, walking into the bedroom. Jess is fast alseep, blankets off. My hand wipes the hair from his face as I gently wake him up. "Jess, I need you to wake up." When he doesn't respond, I walk to his bag, and find socks and a long sleeved, grey shirt.

"What the fuck, Janissa?" Harry whispers. Jess is now fully dressed as I attempt to carry him. Harry sees my difficulty, and takes him from my hands. "I. Can't. Afford. It!" He shouts, putting Jess back onto the bed. Ignoring Harry, I shake Jess awake, once again, he complained that it hurt.

"Can you go sit in the hallway for me, Jess?" I whisper. His eyes rake up and down Harry, waiting for permission from his father to leave the room.

"Go ahead, bud." Harry speaks gently. He tiredly nods his head, and makes his way slowly into the hallway. I wait until he is outside before I speak.

"I do not give a fuck, Harry!" I shout. "I will pay for the hospital! You knew what you were getting into when you volunteered to house him, so don't give me your shit! I told you I would help you pay for your house, and everything you needed. You keep shutting me down!"

"I am not taking your money, Janissa!" He screams back, balling his fists at his side. His vein became promote in his neck.

"I am not asking you to take my money! I am asking you to let me help you! Together, money would not be a problem."

"I am the man, Janissa! I am supposed to support my family!" He screamed taking a few, long steps towards me. His frame towered over me, his fists still at his side, his jaw tightened.

"Well," I breathed, "you're not going to have much of a family left, Haz." I watched his eyes soften, his face dropping as I grab my bag, and head towards the door. Jess sat patiently against the wall, admiring the purple marks all over his skin.

"I don't feel very well, Miss Janissa." His voice was just below a whisper, barley audioable. His head fell against the poorly painted wall.

"Can you tell me where it hurts?" His weak, trembling fingers pointing to his stomach, his head, basically everywhere on his body. "I am going to take you to the doctor's, okay?"

"Where's Haz?" He mumbled. How was I supposed to tell Jess that his father didn't want to go to the hospital? But who was Harry to not take his own son to the hospital? 

I can't afford it!

Harry's words replaying in my head over and over again. Silly boy, I wan't not going to insist that he pay for all of it. The daycare does not pay extremely well, but I have saved for emergencies. And since I have taken residency in Harry's bed, that makes this my emergency just as much as his.

I mumble to Jess that we should get going once it was clear that Harry wasn't coming. Jess stood from the floor, lightly taking my hand. I did not squeeze it as I would on instinct, instead I simply placed my hand around his, guiding him to the lobby. I bought us a bag of M&M's along with us in hopes he would at least eat that.