camp cherry | hs

forty one

there are other languages in this chapter so anyone who speaks italian or spanish please tell me if i get anything wrong here or in the future

i don't know any italian and i'm still learning spanish so i'm using google translate so it probably will be incorrect at some point, just let me know if you see any mistakes :)

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The next two hours are a blur, countless questions asked and Harry's anxiety visibly struggling to keep up with them all, and then he practically shuts down when the police arrive, letting me answer questions as best as I could for him and hoping I wasn't misinforming them accidentally.

And then it kind of just... stops.

After about three and a half hours another cop asks to speak with the ones questioning Harry, or, me, I suppose, and then they don't come back. The seemingly kinder of the two smiles pensively at us through the door before disappearing.

Why aren't they helping him?

Dr Stone instructs Harry on how to help his ribs, which, are in fact discovered to be fractured after several x-rays. Whilst she assures us that it's positive they're not broken, they'll still be pretty painful for a while. He receives medicine to take and many instructions that I make sure to take note of, knowing Harry's still confused and much too nervous.

Bella had had to return to camp only an hour after she arrived, receiving a call and slipping out the door with a quick sorry. The only time Harry slips from his frozen state is one that has me biting my lip to prevent me from laughing, Dr Stone seemingly the same.

"No harsh physical activity for the next four to six weeks, n—"

"Woah, can we just backtrack to the no harsh activity thing - does that include s—"

"Yes, Harry, that means sex. No sex for at least a month, it could hurt you even more." Harry's mouth falls open at this, his head dramatically shifting to face me.

"This isn't my fault," I shrug humorously.

"That means just sex, right? Like I can do other sexual things, just not actual sex?" he inquires, my palm flying to my forehead to cover my face in humility.

"You can't do anything that puts a strain on your chest and stomach area, except some light stretches that you can do to retain movement and help to heal your ribs better. You're usually quite an active guy?"

"Ha, yeah," he smirks, obviously referring to sex, then nodding to me, "she's at camp, what do you think?" I slap my forehead once again, although I wish it were Harry's.

"I'm eighteen, just to clarify," I mumble, Harry sweeping a finger under his eye and then down to his lips when Dr Stone looks away for a moment, his index and middle finger spreading and resting at the sides of his mouth, his tongue poking out between them, then puffing the side of his cheek out like the head of his cock had done to me not too long ago, looking back to Dr Stone with an innocent smile.

"I'm talking about exercise, Harry. Believe it or not, the world doesn't revolve around sex."

"I disagree, so can I get blowjobs—"