Sacrifices ☆H.S☆

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I brushed his hair mind absent as he slept, his breathing calm now, all the fear and despair gone, just him in peace. Marcel looked at us from a corner of his room with his arms crossed on his chest, I could tell he was looking at us but his attention was not on us. He was definitely somewhere else.

Harry shifted in his sleep looking for my body on the bed, his hand taping the bed delicately looking for something, but I was sitting in a corner away from his wondering hand.

-"I'm here baby"- I whispered close to him, my hand going to his cheek to caress it. He relaxed visibly and went to sleep again, his face facing my direction now.

I looked at Marcel again and this time his attention was on me, his hands now in his pockets. He started to walk out the room and motioned to me to follow. I did as told making sure first that harry wouldn't wake up as soon as he realised he was alone. But he didn't, he was way deep into his sleep by then. I followed marcel to the hall where he waited silently.

-"What?"- I asked curiously.

-"You don't know what to do, do you?"- He accused right away. Well, it was true.

-"Sorry?"

-"When his on the middle of an attack, you don't know what to do"

I looked down at the floor sighing loudly. Then looked up at him again and shook my head no.

-"Why?"- He asked, I shrugged. -"What if I wasn't here? What if I said no that day when joshua died?"- He asked kind of in a mean tone.

-"I would've figure it out"

-"It's not about figure it out davina, it's a serious matter that he lives with, we live with, you should be more aware of this situation"

-"Well the last time I tried he slapped me on the fucking face you know?"- I snapped and he looked at me wide-eyed. -"At least you know what to do because you've live with him, and you've experience it yourself, but I don't, instead of accuse me you should teach me or some shit... you've been here for 25 years, I've been here for just nine months"

He still looked at me surprised.

-"He slapped you?"

-"You literally skipped the rest"

-"No but... he would never"

-"It was an accident ok? But yes he did, because I have no idea what to do, I..."

-"Let me teach you"- He offered starting to walk. I followed supposing that the class would be immediately. We reached the main living room and he turned around to look at me. -"I'm harry, you're you, I'm feeling I'm dying, my brain literally is fighting against a non existing danger, but for me this is pretty real, I can't breath, I'm shaking, and I want to trough up... what do you do?"

I looked at him wordless. What do I do? If I touch him he's going to get worse, if I get too close he gets more scared, I can talk to him at lest.

-"Talk to him?"- I tried.

-"I don't know, I'm harry, I'm dying right now"- He said nonchalantly. I took a deep breath and started.

-"Baby-"

-"Don't baby me, this is serious, I'm dying"

-"Ok, Harry, mmmm"- I tried to get closer to him and he took a step back.

-"Don't touch me, I'm scared"- He said looking around him, finding a chair and going for it. I looked at him in disbelief.

-"You're not helping"