Pieces // H.S

Chapter 36: Jane: I need a doctor...

Harry lay in front of me, unconscious. I looked up at Ben, who had punched Harry so hard, it had knocked him out. Forgetting all my common sense, I pressed Ben’s pressure point on the back of his neck. He sunk to the ground and struggled to pull me off.

“See what you’ve done!” I shouted at him pointing to Harry’s still corpse spread out  all over the floor. “Never speak a word of this, go back to the reception and never come within a thousand miles of me again, or I swear to God, I’ll paralyse you.” Ben seemed genuinely scared of me as he staggered up and almost ran back to the reception.

When I was alone with Harry’s still body, I began to help him. A member of staff walked past and I caught their attention.

“Hey! Over here! Get some water and a cold towel over here, Harry’s had a fall. I don’t want you to alarm anyone if possible, please.” The member of staff nodded and ran back towards the kitchen. He came back quickly with a bowl of water and a towel. I soaked the towel in the bowl and dabbed Harry’s forehead lightly causing him to stir. When he regained consciousness, he attempted to sit up. I pushed him gently back to the floor, because you weren’t meant to move after being unconscious. I asked the member of staff to try and find a doctor, but to keep the situation to himself. When the young member of staff left us alone, Harry attempted to talk.

“I’m sorry, I should have tried to…”

“Shhh. You’ll throw up, and as much as I don’t mind helping you, I’d rather not have your sick on my dress.” I said silencing him. I placed the cold towel on his head and he smiled. The member of staff hurried the doctor around the corner. The doctor looked at Harry lying on the floor and I went to back away but Harry grabbed my arm, forcing me to stay with him.

“What happened this time?” The doctor asked me. I realised that the doctor the boy had found was an old friend of my parents, who had moved to Ireland many years ago.

“Dr Wilson! Well, Harry was punched, by erm… someone I’d rather not speak about. He was unconscious for about two minutes before any aid was given.”

“So you tried to cool his head down, and wipe away the blood. Good girl, Jane. Has he moved from his original position?”

“No. He hasn’t vomited either, but…”

“I feel sick.” Harry said interrupting. I passed him the bowl and he threw up in it.

Dr Wilson sat Harry up against the wall and examined the gash on his head and the impact around it, while I cleaned the sick from Harry like a nurse. The boy passed me another white cotton towel and put the dirty one in the sick bowl and took them away. Once Dr Wilson finished his examination, he said “I’d rather that you got checked up at the hospital, because there could be underlying complications. I’ll call for an ambulance.”

The boy returned with some more water and towels. I thought I should tip the boy for his help, but he pushed the five pounds away that I tried to give him and he said “Could I have your autograph, if you’d be so kind?” He asked politely. He was only about sixteen, so I was surprised at his politeness.

“Sure.” He passed me a letter he had in his pocked and I signed it, writing ‘Thank you for your help’ above my name. He blushed and said thank you. I turned my attention back to Harry.

“Jane, can you come with me? I… I’m a little scared of hospitals.” Harry asked, in an embarrassed manner.

“Ok.” I agreed. After all he had just saved me from a fight, sort of. Harry was still very child-like, being nervous to go to the hospital. I had to miss the rest of the wedding, but I’m not sure I could have sat through the rest of that cheesy romance.