Undiscovered

15.

Harry and I walk hand in hand into the hospital, he seems to be the only thing that is keeping me calm today. The sight of the hospital is turning me sick. Everything is so white, so bland, so perfect. The complete opposite of what I am feeling.

Honestly, I am scared. Scared at the fact that everything could go wrong, the doctors could tell me that they can do nothing for me and that I'll only have so long to live, but maybe I'm over reacting? I'm getting myself so worked up over this and I haven't even got any definite answers yet. But, that's what I seem to do, I get myself worked up, or prepared for the worst. So anything less is a bonus and it's manageable.

Harry has gone to the front desk to sign me in while I wait in the hallway of the reception. The walls are all exactly the same, cold looking. A dull, faded white, almost grey. There is no colour on these walls at all. the walls and floors blend in with each other, both bland and a off-colour of white. Everything is just so boring. I'm not the most out-going, but this is beyond me.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, just to pass the time, while I realise the time. 2:15pm. Shit, already? My mother should be here soon, oh gosh. This should be fun. The thought of my mother turning up here, at the hospital, makes me want to freak out. I'm not looking my best either. I've been getting paler since my last visit here but I have refused to come back before they have needed me, resulting in me collapsing once or twice and a few more bruises appearing on my skin. But I have been taking my medication that I was given and doing everything the doctors told me too, what else do they expect when I hate hospitals?

I catch a glance of my reflection on the screen of my locked phone. I look a mess. My hair is in a bun, no effort at all, I have a scrap of mascara on to make me look a bit more human-like, even though my face is nearly the colour of snow. My stupid blood. I have no blush in my cheeks anymore. I pinch my cheeks hoping the blood will rise, which it does but makes hardly any difference. I sigh, I have no energy at all and I just hope that my mother doesn't explode when she gets here. I wont tolerate it but I have no energy to stop her either.

"Baby, baby, wake up. Your mother is here."  Harry gently shakes me to wake me up. Please don't tell me I've blanked out again. This is all too much for one day. As I start to open my eyes, my vision is extremely blurry, this isn't right at all. 

"Blink a couple of times honey, they doctor said that would help." I hear what sounds like my mother from far away.

I blink a couple of times, each time regaining some vision, but my eyes are burning and I'm so confused. I don't know what is going on but I can feel Harry's warm, large hand intertwined with my petite one, which I'm glad of. I'm glad he hasn't left.

After a few minutes, I finally come around but I still haven't spoken yet. My mind has gone into overdrive and I feel like if I try and speak a coherent sentence, it wouldn't come out. I feel totally immobile, I just feel numb. I don't know what the hell went on or what the hell is happening to me now but I feel like screaming for help.

"Baby, can you say something please?" Harry's green eyes are shaken with worry.

"I-I.. Ha-rry?" I knew it, I can't even say his name properly.

"Yes, baby?" There is so much worry in his eyes, but they're also laced with, hope?

"W-wh-at.. h-happ-ppened?" This is so much harder than what I thought it was going to be.

"Your bloods have dropped so low Em, you collapsed in the hallway. I was walking towards you, you have been looking pale for a while, you were smiling at me as I was walking closer and then you just collapsed. Fell to the floor like a little rag doll. I-I-I was so scared, Emilee." His eyes are glossy, I hope to god he doesn't start crying, I hate causing him pain.