Darkness Within (Narry Storan, dark harry) boyxboy bxb

Chapter Three

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You know the feeling where you’re just waiting for something with everything in you, and you feel like everything is moving in the slowest rate possible, where you look at the clock every five seconds, bite you lip and move your feet up and down, fast in anticipation, drum your hand against your knees as if it would make the time go faster, you feel like your heart is getting heavy in your chest, you have this churn in your stomach, your arms go cold and you can’t even breathe correctly.

That’s exactly how I feel right now, sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the waiting room of the hospital, where everything is white, there’s this unbearable smell of chemicals that gives you a headache, you see people crying because they lost someone or cry because they’re not going to lose someone, there’s that dead plant somewhere in the room which gives the room an even more bad vibe.

I feel like I can’t even feel my feet and my arms anymore, I feel exhausted, I don’t even know why I care, I don’t even know this man, for god’s sake I don’t even know his name! Yet here I am, more worried about a man’s well being than my own. What is it about that man, why do I feel the need to figure him out? Why do I feel the need to be a part of his life? I’ll never know. It’s pathetic, really.

It’s been three hours since they took him in to the emergency room and then under immediate surgery.

He had broken ribs, bones, eternal bleeding, and right, he was also stabbed in his right lunge, apart from the dozen other things the nurse said that I stopped listening to after these being said.

When he wakes up he owes me answers, I don’t care if he doesn’t even know me, who where those men anyway? And why were they beating him to death?

I sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time and ran my hand through my hair, and looked at the clock only to see it still was the same time as the last time I looked at it.

“Mr. Horan?”

I jumped up at my name and practically ran to the nurse who said my name.

“I’m Mr. Horan.”

She smiled sympathetically at me and said:

“Can I ask you what is your relation to Mr. Styles?”

Mr. Styles? Now I expected anything but Styles.

“I’m…I’m his…”

What is my relation to this man? Why am I in this hospital acting like his my family member when I don’t even know his first name?

“Mr. Horan?”

“Right sorry, I’m his…”

Oh what the hell.

“-Friend”

“Alright, Since Mr. Styles doesn’t seem to have any records of having family members or any close friends, you need to sign these papers, also Mr. Styles is now staying at room 208, and you don’t need to worry, everything seems to be fine right now, we gave him something so he could sleep the pain off and I doubt he would be up anytime soon, but I’m sorry to say that no visitors are allowed at late hours except close family members, I’m sorry but if you want to see him you have to come back tomorrow morning”

I sighed and mumbled a thank you and she smiled.

“And also the police officers are done talking to the doctors and they asked me to bring you to them so they can also ask you some questions about what happened”

“Alright, where are they?”

“Follow me”

I couldn’t help but feel nervous even though I haven’t done anything wrong, I guess it’s just the whole arresting thing, I never felt at ease when cops were around, even though it should’ve been the other way around.