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NUMB TO PAIN | harrison osterfield

in which the readers younger sister was killed in a car crash and the reader had become numb to the pain her death caused and haz tries to console her after the funeral, where the reader had to speak at

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* a little different and I thought "why the hell not" and bc harrison doesn't get enough recognition *
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"Y/n, you need to come to the hospital."

"Why? What happened?"

"It's your sister. She was in a car crash."

Your heart stopped as soon as you heard the words come from your phone. It was impossible, you had always known your sister to be careful whenever she went out. She knew never to drink too much, never to drive while under the influence, and never to have minors in her car when she had her permit.

Your worst nightmare had begun, as you locked your phone and grabbed your keys, heading straight for your car before driving as quickly as you could to the hospital.

The doors opened as you immediately ran in, your converse on your feet squeaking with every step but that didn't matter to you. It didn't matter that everyone looked over at you because the only thing you cared about was your sister's health.

"I'm looking for Sammy y/l/n."

"She was just admitted."

"Can I see her?"

"I'm sorry, but she's in surgery. I can let you know when she's out."

With a nod, you sat down in an uncomfortable hospital chair, your hair falling in front of your face as you pulled it back, into a ponytail before burying your face in your hands. This was never supposed to happen.

Something pulled you out of your thoughts, as you felt your phone vibrate against your thigh, pulling it from your pocket and realizing it had been your best friend.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Haz."

"God damn it, you scared the hell out of me."

"I'm fine."

"Where are you? I heard your dog barking after you took off in your car."

For a moment, you had forgot that Harrison lived next door.

"At the hospital."

"Why?"

"I-it's my baby sister. She-she was just admitted after getting in a c-car c-crash."

Your words stuttered, as tears formed in your eyes. You couldn't do it. You weren't brave enough.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Tom and I will be there in 5."

He hung up, as you sat in the chair, burying your face in your hands once again, tears rolling from your eyes as you sobbed. It hurt.