Case #111 ☆ h.s. AU

7: Healing

(This is a filler chapter, there are some key things in it, but mostly for now it's just until things start to pick up, hope you like it all the same though!) 

No words could have described the feeling I had in that moment, when Tristan's eyes met mine and burned a hole into my skull, shifting to look at the cast on my arm and then finally settling on Harry.

"You." He said and started towards us.

"Tristan just wait a secon-" I started before his fist connected with Harry's jaw.

Harry's head snapped back and he was taken back for a split second but then his face changed from shocked to utterly pissed in point two seconds.

"You've always wanted this Officer Shit for Brains, now's your chance, show me what you're made of porky." Harry said and Tristan threw another punch which Harry ducked and came back up with his fist connected into Tristan's stomach, sending him hunching forward where Harry slammed his knee into his face.

"Stop it! Stop.." I shouted but everything was beginning to go fuzzy around my line of vision.

"Guys.." I said and they both ignored me, continuing to duke it out.

"Guys..." I said again louder and it was only then did I see their heads snap in my general direction before I felt my legs give out from under me and everything went black.

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When I awoke again I felt something squishy beneath me, a bed, or no; the couch.

"Ave?" I heard Devlin's voice call out somewhere in the distance.

"Dev.." I muttered and my eyes fluttered rapidly trying to gain focus, it was then I could make out the outline of Devlin standing over me gazing down at me, her face slowly came into view and it was crumpled in a look of concern.

"Dev don't do your face like that you'll get wrinkles."

She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I was hit by a truck.. What happened?" I asked and she sighed.

"You passed out in the hallway, whatever pain medicine they had you on messed with you and then with all the excitement between Harry and Tristan you just fainted."

"Harry, Tristan! What happened?!"

"Well they stopped fighting after you fainted, but they both got pretty fucked up though."

I felt awful.

"This is all my fault. If I hadn't of let Harry stay none of this would have happened. How mad was Tristan?"

"Well, on a scale of one to ten he's probably at around a fifteen and a half.." She said and I groaned.

"That bad huh?"
"Well, he was really pissed at first, but then I calmed him down and we talked about it and he's still pissed but he's been by to see you." She said and I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion.

"He's been by to see me? How long have I been out?"

"Two days." Devlin answered and I felt my mouth fly open.

"TWO DAYS?!"

"Yeah, turns out when you passed out you hit your head pretty hard and suffered a concussion, we made a house call, which, I didn't know were a thing anymore; and I work at a hospital.. Anyway the doctor said you just needed to sleep it off, and that you'd come around when you came around. Tristan's been by a few times, I haven't seen Harry since it happened. It's weird because at first he wouldn't leave your side, just kept saying it was all his fault and this that and the other, and finally he left for some air and didn't come back; that was two days ago."