"Harry!" I scream, running in the room to see him laying on the bed.
"Excuse me, do you have a pass?" The doctor asks me.
"Yea, yea, right here." I pant, showing him the pass.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Well, he had a drink from someone, and it had something in it." He explains.
"What was in it?"
"Ecstasy." He looks over at him.
"Is he dead?" I scream, my eyes tearing up.
"No, no honey." He soothes me.
"Just out right now. He will not die I swear." He reassures.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, he's only having a negative reaction to it, but we have an iv in him and he's doing better. You must really care about him. He's lucky to have a girlfriend like you." He smiles.
"Oh, no. I'm not his girlfriend." I look away.
"Oh, sorry." He blushes.
"No it's fine, we're friends I guess." I laugh.
"Well, he'll be up in a few minutes and I'll let you talk to him."
"Ok, thanks so much." I smile.
He walks out, shutting the door behind him as I sit down in the chair next to him.
"Oh Harry. You dumb asshole." A tear runs down my cheek.
I put my head down on his leg as I feel a hand touching my head.
I look up to see Harry, half awake, half drugged up, smiling at me.
"Harry?" I squeak.
"Hi." He almost whispers.
"Why are y-you here." He slurs.
"To see if you're ok. The doctor told me what happened." I look at him, his eyes red as ever.
"No, but why are you here?" He repeats himself.
"To see you."
"I know that, but why?" His tone becomes more serious.
"I wanted to know if you were ok." I say.
"Why do you care?"
"Because I do Harry!" I slam myself into the chair, sobbing into my hands.
"Stop." He pats my head.
"Stop what? Crying? Oh I'm sorry you're so god damn mean to me when I try to be nice or show you I care! If you're still mad about 4 months ago that's crazy! I was in a coma and you were still an asshole to me! Here I am because you took a drink from a random piece of shit just like you!" I scream.
"W-wha-" He stutters as the doctor walks in.
"Is everything ok? I heard screaming." He tries to catch his breath, obviously he was running.
"Fine, just fine. By the way, you may want to give him more drugs or medication." I push past him, running out.
Fuck him! I hope he does have to stay in there with that painful iv in his arm.
He's so damn mean to me all the god damn time. I was in a coma and he still continues to be mean to me, I took him to dinner twice, I let him stay over.
When I gave him the blanket he smiled too! He gives me such mixed emotions, he's bipolar or something I swear!
I get in my car, slamming the door. I start the engine and back out, racing home.
Screw him. I'm done with his bullshit. Never will I talk to him again and I don't care how many times he tells me I owe him.
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(Sorry this is so short! Hope you're enjoying💞)
