Patch Our Hearts

Chapter 23

Carina's P.O.V.

I sat out in the waiting room with Liam, Nolan and Ryder.

I picked at my cuticles on my fingers, as everyone else fidgeted in their seats.

"Abby Monroe," A female nurse called, and all four of us stood at the same time.

"Only one visitor at a time, doctor's orders." Nodding to the boys I took a step forward and the nurse smiled, opening the door wider as I stepped through it. Following the nurse through the twisting hallways, we stopped at a door labeled 38. My anxiety was building as I worried more about Abby's condition.

"Thanks." I said smiling, and the nurse returned the smile before walking away.

Inhaling deeply, I placed my hand onto the cool door handle, closing my eyes. Pushing down on the handle, I reopened my eyes as I entered the room.

Abby lie in a hospital bed, eating Jello from the tiny plastic cup and watching television. The walls were wallpapered an ugly yellow and the room reeked of hospital, plastic gloves and medicines of all kind.

Abby noticed my entrance and set her Jello cup on the time table, muting the television along with it.

"Hey girly," I said softly, my voice barely able to make the words.

"You don't have to whisper," Abby laughed, her voice stronger than mine.

I cleared my throat, "Right, yeah. So how 'ya doing?"

"Better, my back's sore but the doc says it's mostly just a Lower Back Injury, nothing to serious."

I sat down on the edge of the bed as Abby continued, "Just have Physical Therapy and I'll be back to new."

Abby and I shared a smile, I loved how positive Abby was. She didn't look at all the negatives, but instead was thankful for the positives. She cared for others more than... "Carina?" Abby asked, waving a hand side to side in front of my face.

I shook my head slightly, "Yeah?"

"How's Harry?"

Focusing on her facial features, I noticed she was serious. Her eyes were full of worry and she was furrowing her eyebrows, a crinkle beginning to form.

I opened my mouth to speak, but my mind split in two different directions: between what the hell and he's fine.

"Hello?" Abby asked again, starting to pull the covers from on top of her.

"No, don't get up," I said, trying to keep her in bed so she wouldn't hurt herself.

"I have to waz. So how's Harry?" Abby said, hobbling towards her bathroom.

"He's fine," I called so Abby would hear me.

"Good, I'm worried about him and Louis. What was even happening with them? I thought they were best friends." Abby replied and I heard the sound of a toilet flushing and the sink running. I felt my mouth drop open slightly, and my mind began to race again.

"It was nothing, they're just in a stupid fight," I heard myself say.

Not technically a lie. I thought as Abby appeared from the bathroom, making her way over to the bed I sat on.

"About what?" Abby unknowingly pushed.

"I don't know, but they'll figure it out," I confirmed, but this one was a lie.

"I hope so," Abby said, dropping the matter as she lie on the bed. "Where is everyone else?"

"How do you know if anyone else came?" I joked and we both laughed, tension in the room decreasing.