At 11:59 // h.s

Chapter 3

-Harry-

I paced back and forth across the hospital waiting room. It was almost 11:00 and I was tired, but I didn't care. I was worried. Worried about her. I learned that her name was Grace.

Her parents had rushed in after they had gotten a call from the hospital. Her dad shot me a death glare as if I hadn't practically saved his daughter's life. Some people are so inconsiderate.

"You can leave now," her dad rudely said.

"Actually, no," I replied, "without me, your daughter would probably be dead."

He scoffed at me and turned to sit down next to his wife.

-

We waited anxiously for awhile.

Suddenly we heard shouting and rushing around in Grace's room. The door opened and a nurse ran out. She looked panicked. This can't be good.

"Her heart has stopped!" she said.

I could feel my face draining of color and my knuckles were turning white from gripping the chair so hard.

I know what your thinking. That I haven't even spoken to her and she probably doesn't even know my name, but I feel like I know her from somewhere....

I was snapped out of my thoughts, yet again, by a stampede of doctors rushing into her room. I tried to get a peek inside the room, but all I could see was that little beepy machine. All of the squiggly lines suddenly turned into one straight line- meaning that she was no longer breathing.

I quickly checked the time. It was 11:59.

This can not be happening again.

-Grace-

"Grace?" someone asked, "Are you awake?

The mysterious figure was revealed. I realized that it was the curly- haired boy with the jade eyes. I had no clue where I was, but it looked like I was sitting on a cloud. I really don't know at this point.

"Who are you?" I asked him groggily.

"I'm Harry," he replied softly.

"How do I know you?" I questioned.

"Well it's kind of a really long story, but we've got time. Those doctors are working like turtles."

So then he started the story.

"Well it's a little complicated and it will probably be a little hard to process. Just promise me you'll listen and try to understand?"

I nodded and he continued.

"Well, first of all, your parents don't even know this happened. They just believed that you were their child to begin with. Have you ever wondered why you don't look like them?"

I nodded again. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. They both have brown hair and brown eyes.

"Well, um actually they aren't your real parents."

Excuse me? Did he just say that my parents weren't... my real parents?

I looked up at him with a confused expression.

"Let me explain. You were conceived by a couple who was not your parents. But shortly after you were born, they died. That meant that you had to be adopted, which you were, sort of."

I tried to process some of this.

"Your current mother was pregnant at the time that you were born. She went into labor, and her baby was born dead, but she didn't know that. Before she could see her baby, it was rushed away. It was a very...strange hospital. It was closed after this happened. Anyways, when that baby was rushed away, they brought you back and told your mother that you were her baby. They changed the birth certificate and everything. I know, it's sick and twisted, but it's true."

What the heck was he talking about? This couldn't be true. My parents are my parents. How could this possibly happen? He has to be lying.

"So your saying that I should just believe that basically my whole life is a lie and that your not making this up? I asked.

"I know this is way over your head and that you are probably so confused, but please believe me." he pleaded.

I looked into those beautiful emerald eyes and I could see right through. He was telling the truth.

I'm confused.

What is life? Good question.

"I believe you," I sigh,"but how do you know all of this?

"My dad was the doctor that delivered you." he answered,"after your parents died, he was the one who took you to that awful hospital that gave you to the parents you have now. He went to jail, though. It's kind of illegal to just give a baby away to some random people and pretend that it's their baby..."

I just sat there on a cloud and tried to process this.

-

"Wake up, Grace," Harry said.

"Wake up," suddenly his British accent was replaced with an American one. And when I opened my eyes, I was no longer on a cloud looking up at Harry. I was in a hospital bed, staring up at about 15 nurses and doctors.