Vengeance

2.9- Numb

Gina POV

 

I had a cup of water to my mouth and I chugged it. Cup after cup I drank. They told me that I had to calm down and that I had to drink to get my blood levels back to normal. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Harry gasping for air.

I remember the choking sound and the look of pain in his eyes. He didn’t even see me. His eyes opened and all that he saw was his eminent pain. I bite on my scabbed lips, which were starting to get bloody again. I was biting them so much that soon my bottom lip would be in half. I sat up straighter. I hadn’t found out what happened to him yet.

I didn’t know if he was choking on air or if he was gasping for air. I didn’t know if he was choking on his blood from his lungs, or if he was in so much pain that he had woken up. I didn’t know a thing and the doctors were not telling me a thing. That’s what bothered me the most, is that they weren’t telling me anything.

I stand to my feet and begin to pace the floor. This had been the longest morning ever. All we wanted to see was Harry. I wanted to be the one he saw when he first woke up; but all he saw was the white walls of this horrid place. I glance at the people that were here for him behind me and they all looked so heartbroken.

Harry’s cousin Daughtree had come back because of what happened with him. She seemed a little better now though. We didn’t know what was wrong with Harry so how could we assume the worst? I didn’t want to assume good things either, I was happy with the middle. Low enough that if it was good I would be thankful, but high enough that if something was wrong I would be better prepared.

“Gina, Darling, come sit down. You running a hole into the tile will do nothing.” My Nanny said.

“Nanny, I cant just sit here. I have to move. I did the same when Lucas was in here. Same with Sienna.” I snap at her.

I hated when she did that to me. She had no right to try and make me do anything.  She didn’t have this heavy heart that I had right now. She wasn’t feeling what I was feeling. This wasn’t her fault. It was mine.  Just like Lucas and Sienna. It was all on my shoulders.

My therapists tell me that it is in fact, not my fault, but I still felt that way. The therapists tell me, ‘Gina, dear, you were never even in the car with your brother. How could it have possibly been your fault?’. I still think it is. We were so close. So close. Now he was just cold bones in the ground.

“Gina, did he seem in pain?” Daughtree asks me.