Addiction

chapter twenty two

Amnesia- 5 Seconds of Summer

HARPERS POV:

My aching hands nervously grasp the torn leather of the waiting room seat. The once rapidly beeping machine coming from the room on the left has faded away into one final ring. Heart wrenching feminine sobs escape from the room and the emptiness from her aged heart seems to flow through the walls to my own.

It must've of been the wife I seen hobble in this morning.

She's a widow now.

She is so old, so frail. Who is going to occupy her whilst she's in her one-room retirement apartment? Who's going to get up, serve her hot tea and repeatedly converse on the current events on the news? This old, frail, husbandless woman now has to emotionally fend for herself, fend the disgusting feeling of loneliness.

I can't see her. But I can just imagine her hopelessly sitting by the bed just staring at the lifeless body that was once full of life earlier on in the week. Shaking.

His heart has stopped while mine just seems to continue beating, as if it's a cruel reminder that I'm still here in this world. I'm waiting for my parents to pop around the corner and save me from this... whatever this is. But down the hall they lay half dead on uncomfortable hospital beds.

I need to lean in on a figure and sulk. Bury my head into a shoulder while being told by a sweet voice that everything is going to be okay. There are so many people rushing around me but no one's here.

Three nurses suddenly escape the room with the old woman fighting with all her might in their arms as she brokenly cries and screams in attempt to get back into the room with her deceased soul mate. After they manage to detain her in a chair a short distance away from me; the nurses give her a sympathetic nod before they head into the room again... probably to rid his body.

That was her body too you know. She once gained consciousness to that figure every morning probably since the age of late teens. She carelessly loved that body and made love to it.

A sniffle makes my head shoot up but she was quick to wipe her cheeks and tired eyes, trying desperately to appear like she wasn't crying. She was failing miserably and her red, sore looking eyes also said otherwise but I chose to give her the respect and privacy by looking away, hoping this gave her a shred of pride to heal on.

As hours went by either in my parent's room or the waiting area; nurses always murmured comments to me as they strode past, "It'll work out in the end."

But. They never mentioned how little it works out in-between though. I want it to work out right now.

"Harper dear," the nurse interrupts as she cautiously approaches my slump, inactive gathering of bones.

"Yes?" I reply but it comes out more of a low pitch croak, head down.

"Your aunt Jo is here to pick you up. She thinks an eight hour visit is long enough love."

I just want to sleep. I truly wish I was in a coma as well, joining my parents. Anything to get rid of these thoughts, this.

I set down my sorrows as I follow my aunt out the doors, giving me new ones.

BLAKE'S P.O.V:

Harp, listen to me" I press with frustration, grabbing ahold of her perfected self and shaking it with defeat, she's numb.

"Blake," she quivers, awakening from her trance full of horror.

"Just a nightmare, you're okay" I warily soothe. I know it means more than just a stupid bad dream and that she's probably not okay but I just seemed to blurt out the stereotypical dialogue of comfort.