Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Seven

Well, I've finally completed one month of working at the clinic. To any normal person, that's not much, but for me that's a milestone, especially with my patient being Harry. On that topic, he still doesn't let me in, or talk to me much, but he doesn't act like he hates me at least. And he says thankyou every now and theb, that's progress, right? I stlll can't get him to come to the common room after lunch, but maybe one day we'll get there.

I'm still undecided on how long I'll stay at the clinic. Today will be the start of my second month, and originally I was only planning to stay three months, but I feel now that I have a commitment to Harry and I want to stick to that. I won't leave. He says everyone leaves eventually, but I'd like to prove him wrong. I would love to go back to modelling, but I am enjoying myself here so I'm sure modelling can wait a little while. 

I enter the clinic and say hi to Natalie as I usually do, and then go to my office to do some paper work. I'm here early today, so I have a bit of time before I need to go and get Harry's breakfast. I honestly don't know why they don't just let the patients go get their own food here. Make sure to get your patients meal for them, many have a tendency of not wanting to eat. I remember Stacey telling me. Right, people here would rather not eat, which seems crazy to me, but I do feel for them. It's sad that people feel they have to skip meals to feel accepted. Not that Harry would ever skip meals, but I guess rules are rules. Plus, it gives me an excuse to go see Harry and attempt to be a friend to him.

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It's now dinner time and I'm returning to Harry's room for the third time today. He's being unusually quiet and distant today. I mean, yes Harry is always like that, but moreso today than usually. I punch in the code and hope to see that smile I once saw on his face appear again, but let's be honest, I'll probably never see him smile so genuinely for a long time. As I push the door open, I see him on the couch as he has been all day today, just reading  a book. "Hey Harry. Here's your dinner." I place it on the table and he glances up at me, and quickly looks back to his book. 

"Are you okay?" I blurt out, without thinking. He glares at me, "None of your buisness, Alexa." He bites back. He places the book down next to him and gets up, and goes over to the table, sitting down to eat. "Well, I'm your nurse, so I believe it's my responsibilty to make sure you're okay." I say.

"I am never okay. I want to fucking die, does that answer your question?" He says angrily.

"Harry, don't say that." He throws his fork down on the table in anger. He looks up at me and an anger has over taken his eyes. I've never seen him like this. Sure he's been mad, but this is completely different and I honestly feel a little scared just standing here with him. He stands up and comes over to where I am, standing about half a metre away from me. His breathing is heavy.

"Leave." He says, sending shivers down my back. I nod and quickly leave his room.

When I enter the hallway I become aware of my fastly beating heart and extremely heavy breathing. Tears begin to fall down my cheeks and I slide my back down the wall near his doorway, until I hit the floor. I'm hoping no one comes in here, and sees me sitting here on the floor hopelessly crying because of my patient. How pathetic. And what's even more pathetic is the fact that I'm hoping for him to come out here and ask me to come back into his room, like he did once before. But he doesn't, and I'm left here in the hallway, a complete mess because of a boy.

I don't know why he affects me so much, it could be simple if I would just stick to being his nurse and stop trying to be so emtionally involved in his life. Why couldn't I just choose the simple task of bringing him food and medication three times a day? 

I eventually come to realise that sitting on the floor of the hallway crying, would not be something I want anyone to see me doing. I get up and wipe the tears from my face, take a deep breath and return to my office. As I enter the room where Natalie is, I try to head straight to my office, but she stops me.