I scurried next to Harry on the side of the hospital bed Harry was lying in. His face was in agony and pain.
I wonder what happened to him?
I just saw him a few hours ago.
I held his hand. His eyes glaring into mine screaming for help. I walked over beside the doctor.
" What can I assist with?"
" Hand me the forceps!" He said in a panic.
I handed him the tweezers. He reached into the wound, pulling pieces of rubble out of his skin. Harry clenched his fist trying to hold in the pain. I looked over to the doctor. As he grabbed a piece of metal out of Harry's cut, Harry shrieked in pain. He let out an involuntary tear and closed his eyes.
" He's losing a lot of blood! Get the doctors! Hurry!"
I ran down the hall screaming for help. Three doctors ran towards me.
"What's wrong honey?"
" In room number 104, The patient is losing lots of blood." I cried, not able to control it.
The practitioners ran into Harry's room and I trailed behind trying to find my courage to deal with the situation.
The practitioners tried to fuel Harry with oxygen while the doctor cleaned his wound.
I slid down into the chair watching Harry try to live through the torture. I sunk my head into my hands.
" Beeeeeeeeep!" The monitor screeched an awful sound but I knew what it meant.
The boy with emerald eyes, the casual observer, his manners, and his kindness, all started to fade away as his heart stopped.
I crumbled like a pastry on the floor. The doctors rushing around in front of me while I watched him dwindle away. I decided to stay here in a puddle of sobs when the monitor went off. The doctors looked in disappointment and I knew Harry died. They tried to save him. They walked out of the room leaving me alone with a boy I just met today. He died right in front of me. My heart is pounding like it will break out of my chest.
I got up and gradually walked to Harry's side. I felt his gentle smooth skin as I touched his hand. I wanted him to be here, to be able to ask what happened, to say 'I'm glad you're okay', but I can't. If only I could've done something. I rested my head on his arm crying. I had so many emotions for someone I just met. I created a tear and before I knew it, I had tears scampering down my face.
I looked up, scanning the room but for some reason my attention was grabbed by the monitor. The thin line became a bump and increased from there. I ran out of the room in utter joy running towards the doctor.
" He's alive! Harry! Number 104!"
The physician jogged to Harry's room as I ran in front of him.
The doctor hooked him up to an oxygen tube and gave him some morphine. I sat beside him laying my head down on his shoulder. He was asleep already. I could feel his broad chest move up and down.
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I felt a poke. I rubbed my eyes and it was Harry. I was laying down next to him in the bed.
" How did I get here?"
" You fell asleep and I pulled you up here next to me so you would be comfortable."
" Thanks."
"No problem."
" Harry?.."
"Yeah?"
" Well...um... What happened? Well you...don't... have to tell me if you don't want to."
~Harry's POV~
She was so beautiful. I just wanted to stare into her Prussian blue iris. I was interrupted by her question.
" Well...um... What happened? Well you...don't... have to tell me if you don't want to."
" Okay. I was driving home and this car slid into my lane. We crashed and my seat belt sliced me down my torso."
~Kensington's POV~
I was amazed by his story. Who knew that something that was supposed to save your life can end up executing you.
I got off the cot and stretched. I checked the time, it is 8 in the morning.
I grabbed a gown from the cabinet for Harry to slip on so his shirt fabric won't rub against his incision.
I passed Harry the gown but he sat it aside.
"I better get going so I can take a nap before the party tonight."
"Kensington?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you stay with me?"
" Sure."
" So. Tell me something about yourself."
" Okay. I like chocolate ice cream. Your turn!"
"Alright. I like poetry."
" I love laying in the sun while listening to music."
" Sounds interesting."
" Sorry but I have go. I have to get ready for Chanel's party."
"Oh." He sighed
I got off of the bed and started to walk away. He grabbed my butt with a gentle touch.
" I'll see you around, Miss Rose." he smirked
" Bye." I said in a voice that was almost a whisper but loud enough for him to hear.
