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

"He Was Perfectly Fine Before He Died."

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(WRITTEN ON PHONE!)

~ Janissa ~

By the time that Harry had arrived at the hospital, it was late. Jess was fast alseep, and I was just allowed into the room only minutes before darkness overtook the sky. Jess seemed a bit shaked up, but I guess therpay will do that to you. I had to go when I was younger and I absolutley hated it. It made me remember all of the shitty things I had to go through. All the shit with my dad, and Harry disappearing for a while. Just stuff I would rather not think about.

I was sat on a chair watching as the cars rushed by from the hospital window. Fog was present on the inside due to the heat from the building meeting the brisk air outside. My eyes wandered to Harry, he was sat in a chair similiar to mine next to Jess' bed. His large hand wrapped around the smaller boy's paler one. An IV stuck out of his hand, allowing him to get the medicine he needed.

I could not believe the things this boy has been through. He was thrown from foster home to foster home, yet, I have never heard him complain. He was always so happy, expessially around Harry which was always a treat to watch. Before Harry had came to the hospital, I allowed Jess to make a phone call to the one and only Anthony Luden. A smile overtook his face when I handed him to phone, making him promise to keep it from Haz.

Soft moans of discomfort were sounded from near the bed, I didn't know if it was from Harry, or Jess. All I was aware of was the soft beeping in the room fading the longer I stared at the two of them. Harry cares so much for his son, I never thought he would be the one to have a kid. Even though he technecally was not biologically related to the bundle of joy, but blood doesn't make family.

I heard the moan again, breaking me from my daze. Silence filled the room, my eyes immediently snapping to the heart moniter. Within seconds, the small waves of life went flat, declaring death on the small boy even if only for a second.

Within a minute, maybe less, nurses and doctors flooded the room removing Harry from the small body. Fear became me as I latched onto Harry's shirt, pulling him over to me. Colasale arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. It must have taken him a moment to realize what was going on, but when he did, I felt his chest tighten. He began yelling.

"What the fuck are you doing!" He shouted at the only people there to save his son. The doctors completly ignored him, shouting across the bed to each other. A single tear fell from his eyes as we were ushered out of the room. Harry immediently released me, and began pacing the floors. His fingers were interlocked in his hair, gripping at the roots.

"What the hell is happening?" His voice had became softer as if he were talking to himself. I want so badly to tell him everything was going to be okay, but I could not. I had no idea if things were going to be okay. I had no idea what was going to happen to Jess. I wish I did, but I don't. And I am frightened that the doctors do not know either.

"I came here to take care of my mom," He breathed, talking to me this time. "She died in this hospital, Janissa. This fucking hospital!" My arms immediently crossed against my chest. A small attempt at trying to calm myself down before I go in shock. "If Jess..." He took a deep breath, stepping towards me. "If that little fucker dies, I am going to kill him."

My eyes found their way to his emerald ones, trying to mentally tell him to calm himself. Another tear threatens to fall, but he turns away trying to hide his pain as always. When he turns to walk away, I grab hold of his wrist.