Strangers

27 hours

    
    The stench of the hospital always creeped me out. I tried to keep my attention other than the clock, but the hours rolling by didn't help with my anxiety. I was worried about him, I mean, he could die... And it'd be all my fault.

   The nurse contacted people on the behalf of him being in the hospital, but no one came. It was going to be 27 hours, and no one had came. No doctor came to relieve me of the stress that was piling in me. I was frantic and I couldn't help but cry a few hysterical tears. I could be responsible for his death. If I would have only taken here sooner...

   The doctor soon came painfully slowly to me. "For Mr. Styles?" He whispered. I nodded, gathering my purse to stand.

   "What's wrong?" I asked, and his silence and look of discomfort made my stomach churn in so much anxiety I thought I'd probably throw up at his feet. "Doctor please," I pleaded, my eyes beginning to water again. Oh heavens...please let him be okay.

   "He's stabilized, just in a comatose state." My stomach dropped at the words. A coma could last hours, days, years... I stood silent, taking in the words.

   He's not dead. But he's in a dead-like state. It's all my fault. Even if he was alive, he was stuck on that hospital bed because I didn't take him to the hospital sooner. It was my fault.

   "Miss?" The doctor whipped me out of my guilt trip. "I know this news is hard to handle, but we will take care of him here." He gave a small smiling, trying to reassure me, but even he wasn't too sure about himself. "I'm surprised he's not dead," he told me carefully, "you saved him. If it could have been a few minutes longer, he'd be long dead." I whimpered. Saved him?  Most definitely not. I trapped him here for God knows how long because my stupid decision to wait for the last second.

  I gave a quick nod as the doctor walked away to do his duties. I carefully took a seat. I couldn't really believe that this actually happened. It didn't feel real, I mean, not that long ago I was looking at his emerald eyes and speaking to him. I shivered. I need to snap out of this. I missed two days of work and I need to get back to living normally.

  Vienna for God's sakes... You are being to hard on yourself girl. You really need to snap out on this delusion that it was your fault. It clearly wasn't honey. He chose to consume all those drugs. My conscience snipped. I mean...I guess... He did do what he did, but I felt like if maybe if I were just a little....

Snap out of it Vienna. Stop.

 
I took a deep breath and exited the hospital. My hands trembled hollering a taxi to Harry's place to retrieve my car. I hadn't left his side for two days. I probably reeked. I was so exhausted, I felt dirty, and I drove smoothly back to the apartment.

  I dropped my keys and purse in the table and in a zombie-like state walked to the bathroom and turned the water on. Everything was without my actual thought, everything was mechanical; automatic. Took close off, laid them to step on, and went to shower. I scrubbed myself with the fluffy sponge and took my time letting the warm water relax my tired muscles. I shampooed and conditioned my hair, and then reached for the towel.
  
  My bed welcomed me with big warm arms as I plopped on to it, hugging my pillow. My breath hitched, and I tried not to cry. I held my sobs in my throat as it throbbed. My lips trembled. All of a sudden, a sound of a knock startled me.

   "Vienna?" Gianna hovered to my bed carefully, taking in my state she immediately knew something was wrong. "Where have you been?" There was an edge in her voice, almost accusingly, she was worried I ran off to Josh.

   "Hospital." I said sheepishly and hoarse. I hadn't been crying, but the sob in my throat was enough for me to sound like a dying horse.

   Her eyes widened a bit. "What do you mean 'hospital'? Vienna you can't just be gone for two days and expect me not worry! You didn't even call me!" She was obviously hurt, but I couldn't dwell on that. I wasn't up to be talked down to right now. I felt so much guilt for Harry. I needed to snap out of it but I was letting myself feel.

   "I'm sorry." Was all I could muster. I haven't even checked my phone, because what was more important than the announcement if whether your fuck buddy was dead or alive? Or whatever we were. I didn't really know anymore. Why was I feeling this way? I don't even like him! I closed my eyes.

  You obviously care about him. So much for having an alter ego of a bad bitch that plays guys.

   My subconscious was being a bitch, but I knew she was right. I sighed, just wanting to be alone. I didn't need Gianna bickering about my mistakes and making me feel worse than I already feel. I needed time for myself. I need to sort out what the fuck I feel and what is actually wrong with me.

   "Gigi, I love you and all...but I kinda want to be alone." I muttered weakly.

   Gianna slumped her shoulders and frowned. "Is this about Josh? Did he hit you? Is that why you went to the hospital? Did he knock you out of something?" Questions, questions, questions.... My head started to ache, my stomach rumbling. When was the last time I ate?

   "No. It wasn't Josh." I huffed, trying not to sound annoyed and hurt her feelings more. "Gi...can we talk tomorrow? I'm exhausted and I work tomorrow." I try once again for her to leave the room, she finally does.

   "Okay." She whispered, and with that she shut the door lightly. My mind whirled as I stared at the ceiling. I closed my eyes, finally giving in to the exhaustion. My eyelids were quick to heavy themselves as I drowned in nightmares.
  

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