Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Five

Well, it's been one week since I started working at the clinic. One week of trying to talk to Harry, and in turn being ignored. I think he's warming up to me though, I mean, he said thankyou for his meal the other day? That's sort of an improvement, I guess.

And now I have the weekend off. We can still go in and see our patients if we want, but I guess that's more for the nurses who are actually friends with the patients and I am not friends with Harry, as much as I'd like to be.

I get out of bed later than usual, feeling extremely grateful for a sleep in. I miss my real job, modelling was so much fun and while I don't actually mind working at the clinic, it's definitely not what I'd choose to do. At least it's not as bad as I originally thought it'd be. I would like it if I had a patient who didn't hate me, though.

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About half way through the day, I have nothing to do with myself. All of my friends who used to live in this town have moved away, and the weather is miserable. Therefore, I have decided to go to the clinic. Why? I have no idea. Harry definitely won't want to see me, but it's worth a try. I want him to talk to me, I wish he'd realise I just want to be a friend.

I grab my coat and an umbrella and run out in the rain, to my car. The rain is pouring down, and I can barely see the road, but I eventually make it to the clinic. The car park is a lot more packed today, due to the fact that most of the patients family and friends visit on weekends. I wonder if anyone visits Harry.

I say hello to Natalie and head to Harry's room. He will probably hate me for being here, but I want to make an effort, and hopefully he will open up to me. I punch in the code, and push the door open. The sight I see breaks my heart. Harry is asleep on the couch, and his face is tear stained. Seeing him like this makes me so upset. He tries so hard to act strong, and like he's okay, but he isn't. This is the silly thing about the code system. There is no privacy for the patients, and in times like this I'm sure privacy is all Harry wants.

I turn around and go to leave the room, and as I'm pulling the door shut, I hear his voice. "What are you doing?" I contemplate pulling the door shut and leaving, but decide against it, and push the door open. "I just..." He frowns, "Just what?"

"I came to visit you." He flinches, and looks away from me. "Why would you want to visit me on your day off?" He says quietly. I'm surprised he's not yelling at me, or telling me to leave. He's wondering why I'd come to visit him? I go to tell him I was bored at home, but stop myself. I don't want him to think that I only came here because I had nothing to do at home.

"Why not?" I say. He sighs, "You didn't have to." I walk over to the table and sit at one of the chairs, keeping a close watch on his attitude. I'm just waiting for him to blow up at me. "I wanted to."

He doesn't say anything, but justs sits there on the couch, blanky staring at the floor. "Your arms." I say, wanting to talk about his self harm. I know people who self harm probably don't want to talk about it to anyone, but I want Harry to know that I care.

"What about them?" He says, pulling down the sleeves of his shirt.

"How deep are the cuts?" I ask.

"Deep." He replies shortly, but he hasn't fully ended the conversation so I continue on.

"Do you do it often?"

"I guess."

"Can I see them?" He looks up at me for the first time since our conversation started. His eyes are still bloodshot.

He pulls up his sleeve, and holds out his arm. I get up and go over the couch, taking a seat next to him. I gently pull his arm closer to me, examing the cuts. They are deep, and look extremely painful. "Do you want something for them? And a bandage maybe?" I ask, noticing a few of the cuts still bleeding.