Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Fifty

Part Fifty

"Mom!" I say, gripping onto her hand on her bed. She holds my hand with as much strength as she can, which isn't a lot. Her frail cheeks are drooping, her skin is dry and her hands are bony; she is a ghost.

"I'm fine Beth," she tries but I am full on sobbing.

"Mother you are not fine. You can't walk and you can barely breathe."

She brushes my hair back and kisses my forehead. My hand is let go and her hands cup my cheeks, her lips pressing to my forehead.

"It's for the best Bethany. I am going to be fine. Please make sure you are safe and you don't get hurt. You need to stay near me. I am not letting you leave me."

Harry's body stiffens at the door, his leaning stature broad in the frame. My hands cup my mother's wrists, my hands wrapping completely around them and overlapping. It sickens me to see her this way; her body unhealthy and sickly. She's dying and I have to learn to live with it.

"Go, Beth. Leave and come back tomorrow when I am feeling better."

I nod and she kisses my cheek, letting me go.

"I hope you are treating her correctly Harry," she tells him, his fingers wiping my tears.

"I am Ms. Jones. I won't let anything hurt her." I look up at him and his eyes shine down at me, a small smile curving on his lips.

"Good."

Harry guides me out of the room, his arm wrapping tightly around me. I wrap one of my own around his back and bury my head into his side, his body guiding me out of the hospital. The tears continue to fall and I feel horrible, my mom too sick to hold on much longer.

Harry helps me onto the car, kissing my forehead and shutting the door. He soon climbs in after and lifts up the capsule in the middle, allowing me to slide over to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, the tears falling and my vision blurring. The dark sky brings unpromising feelings and only makes me feel sadder.

The car pulls into the hotel parking lot and Harry parks, getting out to open my door. Once open, I crawl out and stand, only to be lifted up by Harry. His arms hold me and one shuts the door, my weeping body lay crumpled in his arms. I hide my face in his chest and he carries me to the room, holding me to his body tightly.

I hear the door to the room open and Harry keeps his arms around me, cradling me like a child. My body feels weak, unlike my previous training, and nothing feels like it's going right. But being in Harry's arms makes me feel safer, his body comforting and protective.

"Hold onto me; I got you," he whispers, pressing a kiss to my cheek. I wrap my arms around his neck and he walks us to the bathroom, letting my legs fall but his arms embrace my torso, holding me close. Harry's hands run along my waist, grabbing the material in his hands.

"Relax baby," he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I cup his cheek in my hand and his hands massage my hips and thighs. My eyes close and he lets me go, walking to the massive tub and turning the water on. My fingers grip my hair and I pull my rubber band out, my locks falling over my shoulders.

"Harry," I say, his head turning to face me, his long fingers shutting off the water.

"Join...me?" I ask, complete uncertainty laced in my voice. Bathing with someone is so intimate, a strong display of love and consideration. My eyes shyly look up at him, his eyes lovingly watching me.