Harassenger: Backseat Admirer ✔️

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six

After going home and taking a shower, plus another cup of coffee, I wanted to check on Holt and Della again, but this time I wanted to talk to Della, too. I felt as if she needed a friend, and I mean a real one. So I texted Mick to let him know I'd be at the hospital for a friend, at which he replied to call if I needed him.

"Della?" I met Holt in the elevator as he went to grab some brunch from the cafeteria so it was only Della in the room.

"Natt?"

"It's me." I opened the door wider to get in and closed the door behind me.

"Ugh, I thought you were my mother. The last thing I need is a lecture. Please tell me that's not why you came back." Della was more awake than my first visit, most likely some nice juice running through her IV.

"Nope, just here to talk." I took a seat on a free chair by the bed, crossing one leg over the other and setting my purse on the back of the chair.

"Seriously? Why's that?"

"Because you drank yourself half to death. You're clearly having problems, and maybe I can't help you, but I can offer to listen."

Her plucked eyebrows rose up, but her expression lightened.

"Alright, fine. Truth? I needed some time away from Holt to figure some things out. I snuck out a few times this week to go partying, and then he was pissed so that made me drink more. I'm having trouble balancing my relationships and my life before Holt. I've talked to him about it, and I'm trying to change, I am, but I can't. You know, I blamed you for awhile. I wanted to find you someone to date so that you'd be out of the picture, out of my hair, but that was only at first. You've been kind to me, and I had no reason to hold such a grudge towards you. I respect you as a friend. You were never the problem; we, Holt and I, are the problem."

"Sorry for interrupting." Apparently Holt's brunch was cut short and he had second thoughts, coming back to the room before I had a chance to breathe a word back to Della.

"Why would you be? You're always around, and I shouldn't be surprised."
Before words and get well flowers could be swung across the room, I excused myself while the two bickered. I was coming off of the elevator when a heaving Holt met me, evidently coming from the flight of stairs.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I wanted to talk; I didn't want you to leave so quick again." He said breathlessly.

"Okay, let's walk to my car. It'll take us a while since I had to park in the back." I had my phone on me. He could've just called me and I would've waited for him at the entrance.

We walked out onto the catwalk, a trail of smoke coming from a woman in scrubs taking a leisurely break.

"Before you start talking about Della, I'm officially out. My ears are bleeding from this back and forth." He hadn't forced me to come back here, true, but I was having a hard time trying to balance the side of me who wants to be supportive, and the side of me who wants to hitchhike and never listen to this couple complain again! It's hard when you want people to be happy, but you want to keep your nose out of it.

"Good, I don't want to talk about her. I want to talk about you." He placed his hand on my back, leading towards the end of the catwalk in a grassy area hidden by a growing oak tree.

"About?"

Holt stood in front of me, peeking in the nearest window to make sure no one was in the room listening in. Uhm. I'm pretty sure if there was someone there, they'd be more worried about us spying on them from outside.