the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 14

"ca-can i," harry pauses, taking a deep breathe although i can see it really hard for him to do it. "can i come in?" his voice is barely audible and i immediately grab his arm softly, putting it around my shoulder, making him letting out a painful groan. 

i lead the way to the nearest sofa, feeling my heart beats out of my chest whilst my brain is still trying to garner everything. i look at harry carefully who's now limping next to me with questions flying around my mind. i know he's always been a dick towards me, but i really wanna cry seeing him like this.

"please, please hold on," i panic, laying him down carefully on the sofa. i kneel down in front of him and take his hand away from his stomach to see blood all over it. i press the wound carefully to restrain him from blood loss. "i'll call 911-"

"no!" harry says, "p-please no. i will explain later," he says weakly.

"keep pressing it," i say to him. he nods at me as i stand up from my position.

feeling hesitate, i run to my room to call jack's number then run to the kitchen to see if i still have some alcohol left to clean harry's wound or anything to stop his blood before he loses his life. my mind keeps sending me so many negative thoughts and i can feel my hands shaking like crazy by now.

"scarlette?" jack answers after a few ring. "what's wrong?"

"can you- it's- please- oh my God!" i yell, tugging my hair from my head without caring about the blood stained on my hand.

"hey, hey! take a deep breathe," his voice is soft and i'm starting to cry right now. "what's wrong?"

"please, please, come to my apartment now and bring all your physician tools that can stop blood or- or anything that can clean up wounds!" i stammer. jack majored in medicines, that's why he's the first person i'll call and to make it better, his house is only five minutes from mine.

"i'm on my way. find an alcohol and a small towel to be pressed against his wound before i reach there," jack says firmly before ending the call.

i open all my kitchen drawers until i find a quarter bottle of alcohol. sighing in relief, i run to my bedroom to grab a little towel and sprint my way towards harry who's breathing heavily and still trying to hold his eyes opened. i open the bottle, pour some of the alcohol to the towel and breathe deeply,

"it's gonna sting like a bitch, but please hold on," i say as i unbutton harry's shirt that's no longer white. 

this is the white shirt from yesterday and i wonder where he was before this, but for now i couldn't be more careless. after i open his shirt, it reveals the approximate two inches long cut below his stomach, near the kidney. i squint my eyes shut for a moment when i saw it and hold the towel against his wounds with shaking hand and use my other hand to wipe his sweat. harry screams in pain, breathing faster than before as anguish washed over his face.

"j-just hold on to my arm!" i order, pouring more alcohol to the other side of the towel and do it over again.

"don't-" harry takes a really deep breathe. "don't panic, scarlette," harry says, holding onto my arm.

i hear a bell from my door, making me feel a bit relaxed. i immediately put everything down to open the door which reveals jack and finn in front of me, holding a box of medical tools. i breath in relieve and wipe my tears from my cheeks.

"thank God you guys are here," i hug them for a short while. "he's in the living room, come on!" i rush my way back to harry.

"finn, help me to move his body to the bed," jack says. the two of them help harry stand up from his position and put harry's hands around their shoulder.