MPH (hs)

Prologue

The entrance doors of the emergency room swing open, revealing the swift movements of nurses and doctors rushing to attend those in need of medical attention.

I need to see him, I want to make sure he's safe.

This was all too dangerous, and I couldn't handle it. He knew of my fears, which would only bring back the horrible memories of my past. He believed I was strong enough to overcome them. He had asked me to ride passenger, but I refused, I stupidly refused. If I would have agreed, he would not be the only one suffering, we'd be together, getting through this terror together. I should have been there with him. I should have stopped him when I had the chance. He could've finished racing weeks ago, not having to rely on the decisions his uncle made for him. His horrid uncle was responsible for this, pressuring him into the dark side of street racing, for his own self benefit.

"Beth, this way!" Stacy shouts as we run through the hallways of the crowded lobby, bumping into the shoulder of a man, worry being the only expression gleaming within his light brown eyes. He is about to speak before my friend pulls my wrist, attempting to lead us further into the crowded lobby. I quickly apologize before turning my attention back to the path in front of me.

We finally reach what seems to be the assistance section of the ER.

"Yes, I'm here fo-" I say to the nurse at the front desk, before being interrupted by the sound of the sliding-doors, belonging to the entrance for the patients brought in by the ambulance vans.

I look back and see the familiar pair of ambulance drivers. They hold on to a gurney, calling for assistance. That's when I see him. His brown curls are drenched in sweat, sticking to his forehead and neck, no longer pulled back in the front. The viens on his neck, prominently showing with every cry of pain he released from his chapped lips. Patches of clothing seem to be missing, showing bare skin, even flesh, peeking through the holes. His face and arms are covered with what seems like ash, only showing glimpses of his tattoos and unburned skin. His hands tense up and stiffen as the nurses begin to try and rip apart what is left of his tattered clothing covering the burns left upon his body. The sight before me triggers more pain in my chest, with tears beginning to fill my worn out eyes once again.

I rush through the groups of people that stand in-between, wanting to just hold him and tell him that everything was going to be alright. Something he would usually do. No matter how small the gesture was, it always helped.

"Harry!" I shout, trying to make way through the bodies that distance us. It's no use, the gurney is being led in the opposite direction. I soon meet his gaze, his eyes are bloodshot, yet show the tint of green his eyes have always showcased.

I am pushed back by the arms of one of the security guards, falling into the grasp of my friend, Stacy. We watch as the gurney is pulled through the doors of the upcoming hallway. Harry's painful cries continue to fill the walls of the emergency room.

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Okay, so I know this is a bit short, but THERES MORE TO COME.

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