Christy's POV
I still remember that voice,calling my name. I still remember that feeling;it felt so familiar.
Please,god,let me find him.
My eyes slightly open,light sticks into them. Only seeing the white ceiling and finding myself lying on the bed. I turn my head,and see the skinny figure.
He has curly hair,with his hand in his face. I also hear some humming probably from him.
"H-Harry" I open my mouth. God my voice sounds cracked.
He lifts up his head quickly;green obs staring at my blue ones.
"Christy? Christy! God,you,you..." Harry grabs my arm,shaking me slightly. "How do you feel now,huh? Is there any parts you don't feel-"
"Harry,I'm fine." I whisper,but I try my best. He calms down a little.
He is so different from the last time I saw him. How long haven't I seen him? Where is Mom? Dad? Josh? Lora? And...Mark?
"I think I still need to call the doc." Harry stands up. I grab his arm I don't know why. But I have some strength now,good to know that. He turns back to look at his arm which I grab.
"Please stay for a while." I say,letting go of his arm. He hesitates but still sits down.
"Only for a while." He says quietly. I nod.
"What date is today?" I ask.
"October 23th." God I miss his voice.
''What date was it when I fell?"
He doesn't answer. "Harry?" I look at him;he just looks at me.
"Do you know you scare all of us?" He says it so seriously. "Do you know that I-we almost lost you?" Tears fall down to his jeans.
I have never seen him crying. And it's because of me,I guess.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"The people you should say sorry to isn't me." He wipes his tears and shakes his head.
"Yes,I should. You called my name,didn't you?" The voice,that voice.
His eyes widen. "You heard that?"
I nod slightly. His hand touches mine. The feeling,that feeling.
"You are the reason why I can survive."
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"Don't you ever,ever do this to me." Mark holds my hand tightly.
"I'm sorry,Mark.It will never happen." I touch his cheek,trying to comfort him.
"Guess I can't do the cheers for a long time." I shrug,trying to decrease this serious atmosphere.
"All you need to do now is to rest,okay? Lora will lead it for you,don't worry." Mark holds my hand tighter.
I guess this is the Mark who everyone can't see. Caring and worrying. I nod,and there is a great silence.
"Christy,I need to talk about something." Mark breaks the silence.
"About?"
"Us." Mark lifts up his head,looking at me.
"Us? We don't have any problems,do we?"
Do we?
"No,no,no. Listen to me." Mark squeezes my hand a little,"I mean,you know that I care about you,right?"
