Strangers

the hidden photograph

He was shivering. Sweat prickled down his forehead in tiny beads. He had been throwing up and now he's in bed wrapped in a blanket as I made sure he had appropriate temperature. Only,he didn't. I was starting to get more worried for Harry.

He had been in and out of consciousness, in and out of moods. The fabreez didn't hide the stench of grimness in the air.

"That's it, Harry. I'm taking you to the hospital."

"I'm fine, god dammit. Leave me the fuck alone." I rolled my eyes. He started to shake and I tensed.

"Harry." I told sternly.

His hands let go the blanket as he viciously started to shake with an aggressive amount of bubbling starting to come from his mouth. His bed was trembling with him, and that's when I broke the frozen moment and grabbed my phone from his night stand.

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My voice was shaking and tumbling out as I was speaking to the operator. He all of a sudden stopped moving in a whole, and my voice turned into urgent screams and all I tasted was bile in my mouth as my stomach turned in horrendous waves of nausea.

I heard the sirens and that was all I could process. I was hearing people tell me stuff, but I just looked at Harry.

He looked like a corpse especially with the oxygen being put into him and how two paramedics were desperately trying to get a reaction.

"Ma'am we need to know what happened." Their was fingers being snapped and I was forced out of my daze.

"Over-d-dose." I choked out, my eyes finding Harry again.

"What type of drugs has he consumed?"

"I'm not sure." I whispered. "Heroin, cocaine, I don't know the rest..."   I whispered again, holding Harry's hand as he looked like a child- so feeble. "Harry...please...open your eyes."  I tell him softly, my eyes watering.  

There was no response and he looked dead. The two paramedics were sustaining life on him as I prayed the ambulance would hurry to the hospital. 

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"You have to stay here, please ma'am. Do you know anyone we can contact?"  The nurse told me. I was trembling all over as my stomach went all over the place. 

"N-no, I don't know anyone..." 

"Who are you? If you don't know his family?"  The nurse urged, a brow tilting up. 

"I'm an acquaintance. I was cleaning his house-and-and th-at happened!" I say, feeling horrid just at the thought of Harry being at that state. I'm so fucking stupid. If I would have just taken him to the hospital sooner-this shit would never have happened.

"He's going to be okay. Just please stay calm and I will try and contact his family. Is there any ID you found at his home to verify his identity?" 

"I can try and find it?"  

"That would be a huge help, ma'am."  The nurse was called and left as I paced. I ran my fingers through my hair as I was trying to attain my sanity. 

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I called a taxi and waited impatiently, looking at my watch frequently.  The taxi came in what felt like eternity as I hopped in. 

I rushed to his apartment complex and tried to see where could he keep his ID or anything. I found his phone to see if there was "mom" or "dad" but to my surprise- there was just my contact and one with "Dipshit of Derek". Two contacts only. 

I pursued to look for anything that can help his identity verification. I was looking through his wardrobe. I dug from his clothes carefully. There was a flapping sound as one of a photograph.  I knitted my brows and found a photograph- of a woman. In the back, there was a scribble of writing- Cathy. 

Just then, his wallet was there. Near the photograph. It had his ID. Harry E. Styles. 

It was just now I knew my fuck buddy's last name. 

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