~Harry's P.O.V~
After Kendall ran out, I decided to go check up on Peyton. After all, this was all my fault, and Peyton wouldn't be in the hospital if it weren't for me. I began to fill with grief and guilt, and I slowly walked into Peyton's hospital room.
I quietly stood in the doorway, watching her. She lied in the hospital bed in her blue patient gown, her hurt leg resting on a pillow.
Emily and Lucy were talking with her, telling her that everything was going to be okay. I could her Peyton's sobs, and I wanted to go comfort her, but I knew she would probably be mad at me, so I waited by the doorway a while longer.
Anna and Skylar were on the other side of Peyton's hospital room, poking at the cold food that the nurse had just brought in. I could smell it from the doorway.
Just then, Anna turned around, looked at me, and mumbled, "Hi, Harry," with her mouth still full of food. Skylar looked up at me and waved as she drank a bottle of water.
"....Hi," I slowly spoke out.
Peyton, Lucy, and Emily looked my way when they heard my voice.
"Hey," Lucy and Emily said in unison. Peyton just sat up and looked at me, but she quickly turned away and looked out the window.
