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

"I Need A Distraction."

(Hiiiii everyone. Sorry about not updating yesterday. Mom was terribly ill. My instagram is : @ moanharold (: There will be contests and stuff. )

~ Harry ~

Janissa's hand was tightly wound in mine. I wanted to hold her hand tightly back, because I needed her strength right now, but I didn't want to hurt her. Her delicate fingers seemed as though I was crushing them already, yet, I was barley touching her. The doctor took a quick glance at her clipboard, seeming as though she wanted to drag this out as long as she could.

"Well? What the fuck is wrong with him?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. I am rarly disrespectful like that, but I needed to know what was wrong with Jess. Janissa's gave my hand a slight squeeze, resting her head on my shoulder. I hadn't even realized how tensed I was until I relaxed under her touch. "Sorry." I mummer to the doctor, in return she sends me a warm smile.

"Well, he needs to be kept overnight for more testing. We will also be sending in a therapist so see if there are any mental issues we may have overlooked that would cause him to harm himself." Her words sounded as if they were in a different language. Did she just tell me that Jess may be hurting himself.

"I'm sorry, but did you just say my son may have done this to himself?" My eyes-brows raised in curiosity. He is a nine year old boy. He is nine, why would he hurt himself? Janissa was twelve when she started my subconscious reminds me. Her hold once again tightened on me, but in a weird way, it was comforting. Knowing that she was here to keep me on track. To keep me from freaking out or breaking down.

"It is possible that the injuries were self-inflicted, yes." She replies. My mind was reeling with possibilities, but none of them were that he had hurt himself. That was the last thing I would have ever thought. I tried to be a good father, I may suck at it, but I didn't think I was that bad. I thought I was doing pretty well considering my age.

"You said there was bad new..." That angelic voice beside me whispered. She was the only thing keeping me from falling apart, which felt weird. I don't like relying on a person to keep my strong, but here she was. Her simple touch keeping me in one piece. Honestly, without her, I would have lost my mind.

"Yes, um." She cleared her thought, "Some of his blood is being shipped to the lab for testing."

"You already told us that." I snap, yearning for something useful to tell me what the fuck is wrong with Jess. 

"Right, well, this set is being tested for various diseases such as Neuroblastoma to Acute Lymphoblastic..." Her head was bowed, as well as Janissa's. I felt her soft lips connect with my cheek, then laying her head back on my shoulder. What is going on. 

"What is going on?" I look from the doctor to Janissa. The doc had left, telling us the best thing we could do now was to go home and rest, leaving me and Janissa alone. I brought her to stand in front of me. Her eyes glued to the floor, resisting to look up at me. "What Janissa? What is that? What are they testing him for?" My voice was hurried, my hand cupping her cheek forcing her to look me in the eyes.

"They're cancers, Harry. They are testing him for cancer."

"I need to see him." I scramble to the employee's only door that lead to the back rooms. "I need to make sure that he is okay."

"Harry, you can't." Janissa stops me. "They are not allowing us to see him. We will have to come back tomorrow." He arms wrapped around me, urging me to follow her out the exit.

"I can't come tomorrow. I am meeting my brother to go over the funeral shit." I walk to the font desk asking him to let me in, but he shook his head no. "I need to get back there!"