Abandoned (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Harry gives me a piggy back all the way to the train station, where he pulls out his wallet and purchases two train tickets for a dollar. Our clothes remain drenched in water and he debates purchasing some dry clothes before getting on the train. But Harry wants to leave, fast. The whole piggy back ride there I feel myself falling in and out of consciousness and my stomach grows queasy but I refuse to inform Harry of this. I don't know how to lie, he can't leave me behind.

Harry boards the train with me, still on his back. Once we find an, almost, private car, he plops me down in a seat and sits next to me. Harry watches me intently to look for any emotion, but with the life slowly draining from me, I can't focus enough to convey an emotion.

"Scarlet?" I whimper in response, his hand landing on my thigh, "Scarlet?" he asks again, not satisfied with my response. His hands then cup my face and his eyes stare into mine as my eyes try to focus on staying peeled open. The consciousness in my eyes fading as I find myself shutting them then forcing them open and them effortlessly closing again.

"Scarlet, stay with me for ten minutes, we'll be uptown and I'll find you a doctor okay?" He reaches for his flannel and cuts a new clean piece with his bare hands. Unfolding the other strip along my neck and rebandaging my wound. I cringe at his touch.

Harry impatiently shakes his leg while I grunt every few seconds in pain. I try to choke out a few words, say I'm sorry or something. But I don't know what to say and I don't think I'd be able to seem fine. Harry has to know by this point that I'm not doing well, despite how many games Harry and I play, despite how much I act like he doesn't know, he knows.

Harry's hand returning to my thigh while his leg shakes furiously, "Hey is she alright?" a man's voice asks as it gets closer. My eyes have no power in them to visualize the man, but my ears seem to be functioning somewhat.

"Yes," Harry hesitates to find an answer, "Just a scratch," he quotes me, "Thank you for the concern," he finishes trying best to dismiss the guy.

When I feel the pull of Harry's hands quickly rip me to my feet, I wobble back and forth until he sweeps me up bridal style and exits the motionless car, "Hold on Scar," he whispers, "I'll get you there," and Harry didn't stop running.

I can feel the wind lap my body and file through my hair as Harry bolts towards his destination. I gurgle a bit to show him that I understand. My arms stay wrapped around Harry's neck until they start to loosen as my body grows weaker. Surely I hadn't thought the cut was even deep enough to even hurt at first. But after a very long hour, I feel emptiness and exhaust.

"Harry?" I manage to finally choke out after mumbling so many sounds in attempt to make sense. His feet stop shuffling against the ground. With my words, along come streams of tears forming in my eyes that aren't even open. I bobble my head back in hopes that the tears would fall and Harry wouldn't notice my pain. I'm not sure how successful that played out because Harry starts running again at a somewhat slower speed.

Before I can recollect anything else, my thoughts shut off like a light bulb turning off. The whole system goes dark. The images I see are pure black with no visualization of reality. Then a foggy vision of me spinning in thousands of circles per second creates this tingling sensation in my head that makes me feel like I'm horizontally spinning while hearing extremely loud static. As this never ending spinning occurs, I begin to feel my body, limp and numb, but at least I can feel the limp numbness.

The spinning halts and all of the sudden a shot of blood rushes to my head and my body, in reality, shot up, propping myself up to a sitting position while my breathing hitched.