Broken // h.s.

Chapter Thirteen- Oblivion

Chapter Thirteen- Oblivion

"You know what I do when I'm depressed?" Vee asks and I am honestly scared to hear the answer to that question.

I invited Vee over to my house this morning and she accepted the invitation without hesitating. My dad nearly choked on his water when he laid his eyes on Vee.

I don't blame him since she is a lot to take in all at once. From her eyebrow piercing, to her provocative clothing and black and blue hair; she is a character, I'll tell you that.

"What?" I ask anyways.

"I dye my hair."

"I don't think I-"

"I vote for pink."

I snort. "Sorry, but I have no interest in becoming Strawberry Shortcake."

"Okay..." she trails off. "How about blonde?"

"Blonde? No way!"

"Not a barbie blonde, but like a soft, honey blonde. I think it will work well."

I ponder, looking down at my hair that has grown almost to my elbows. "How about light brown?"

"With honey blonde highlights?" she smiles, excited.

"Fine."

"And we'll wax your eyebrows."

"And we'll- what?"

"Well your eyebrows are a bit bushy." She shrugs lightly.

"I am not doing that crap." I shake my head. "Nice try though. At least you got me convinced with the hair."

"Yeah, yeah." she grumbles. I take my keys for the dodge and Vee shows me the directions to her favorite hair salon. Why did I let her persuade me into doing this?

*******

I walk into the hospital and take the elevator up to the third floor. Once I see room 343, I feel more and more anxious with every step I take towards it.

My nerves becomes more apparent as my hands begin to shake. Shouldn't Harry be awake by now? I just want to scream in his face to wake up already , but I've told him that already countless times.

Has he woken up today?

Nope. I peek my head through the door and realize Anne, Harry's mother nor Gemma is here.

They're probably grabbing something to eat since they can't be in here 24/7. A part of me is glad that I got here first before them because I feel like they are hogging Harry up when they are here; not to sound selfish or rude.

I sit down beside Harry and realize he now has fresh, new gauze going around his head. Oh, gosh; Harry, what have you done to yourself?

I place my hand on top of his and let my head fall onto the open space of the mattress beside him. A while goes by and I am drifting off to sleep slowly, but I hear someone's voice; hoarse and deep.

"What the fuck?" I hear someone say and I jerk my head around to face the doctor with foul language, but no one is there. "Lana?"

I turn my head slowly, scared to face Harry. A part of me is in disbelief because his voice sounds so different. Perhaps because I haven't heard it in so long.

He looks confused as he examines the tubes going into his arm and up his nose.

"Oh, you're up."

"Why am I... Why are you..." He trails off, obviously a bit confused from his slumber still.

"You-"