Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Thirty-Five

Part Thirty-Five

"Your condition is not getting better Ms. Jones. But you luckily are not getting worse. Your liver is increasingly getting better and you should be able to be stable soon. We need to keep you here though, just not with the oxygen."

Both of us nod and my mom takes her hand and wraps it around mine, holding it tightly.

"Your heart condition is not as strong though. We fear that the excessive amounts of alcohol you have consumed the past six years is too much to take on the heart, causing you heart rate to beat slower than an average woman of your height and weight."

I watch the doctor put something on the screen, showing us a picture of her heart through the internal search they did on her. It looks almost like it's deteriorating and I start to cry, silently letting myself sob.

"When we scoped through your body, it showed inconclusive results regarding the cause to the beating abnormalities to your heart, but too much energy use could lead to something fatal, such as a heart attack or the need for triple or quadruple by-bass surgery."

I cry and my mom rubs my arm, kissing my forehead. I hug her close to me and she tells me everything is going to be okay, but I know it's not. I don't want her to get into even more pain than she already is. The doctor tells us he will be back later and walks out, leaving me wrapped tightly in my mother's arms, afraid if I let go, I might lose her. She's so important to me; I don't want her to leave me. She's my only family left that I actually talk to.

"Beth, I'm going to be fine. I just need you to support me and be here when I need you."

I nod vigorously, as if a simple nod isn't enough. I wouldn't leave her for the world. She needs me just as much as I need her. I hear a knock on the door and I remain with my mom, holding her tightly and crying into her shoulder.

"Is she okay?" I hear a certain husky voice ask.

"She's upset with what she just heard. Can you please..." my mom responds, feeling another set of arms wrap around me, grabbing my hands off my mom and pulling me off her. I soon turn around and wrap my arms around Harry's torso, his body startled but soon reciprocating the gesture.

"I don't think she wanted to hear what the doctor had to say, but hearing it made her upset," my mom tells him, his hand resting on the back of my head as I sob into his chest. This boy is the only other person I have besides my friends back home, along with Ruth.

"Are you doing okay? How are you feeling?" he asks her, continuing to hold me, my sobs slightly lightening, a soft whimper coming out of my lips now.

"I'm good. I have to take it easy or I could have an increased risk for a heart attack. But all in all, I'm feeling better now that I have my baby girl with me."

I smile through a cry and turn my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heartbeat, the musky scent on his black tee making me calm dramatically.

"That's good. Is it alright if I take her out? She needs to relax," he asks my mom, her response a 'yes' and Harry's hands letting go of me. I resist moving and my mom laughs, along with a chuckle from Harry.

"Come on Beth, I want to take you somewhere," he whispers, kissing my temple. I nod and lift myself off him, his hands wiping the tears that streak my face. Most of them ended up on the material of his tee, but some still delicately fall down my cheeks.

We both say goodbye to my mom and Harry holds me to his side tightly, comforting me along the way to the exit. Once there, he stops and I look up, seeing his gaze directed to Tony approaching us.