A Thorn in My Side(The Owl House Oc Story)

Whose More Important

Henry's POV

Henry groaned, his head hurt, his legs ached, and the cut on his side stung. He opened his eyes, the bright lights blinded him. He shut his eyes tightly and opened them once again. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Henry looked around and then seeing both of his moms sleeping on a couch. He looked across the room and could see a frail girl with a IV stuck in her arm and an oxygen mask on. His blood ran cold recognizing her, "Hope..." close to Hope was another bed. Henry then spotted two more parents snuggled together sleeping. The dad look exactly like Bristle but with blonde hair and the mother had the exact same hair color as Bristle. Connecting the dots he realized Bristle was the person in the other bed.

He pause realizing he was in a hospital bed. He racked his brain trying to remember what happened. Let's see, I remember running with Hope in my arms. I remember my legs hurting, and- He paused. I pasted out once I got into the hospital lobby! He let out a weak sigh and lead against the head board of his bed. This whole situation was to stressful, and it really took a toll on Henry. His sleeping schedule was a hot mess. He had been staying up trying to find a way to find Hope. His physical and mental health wasn't much better. Because of the lack of sleep he snapped easily, he was tired all the time and his side cut wasn't getting much better. In all this time he hadn't told anyone about his feelings. God how did I turn into the Hope. I'm not the type to bottle up my emotions! He thought.

His ears prickled to the door knob rattling. The door of the room opened and a tall man with black hair and a Doctor's uniform fixed his glasses. "Oh.. Mr.Brisk your up."

Henry shrugged and looked away. "Yea."

"How are you feeling?" The doctor made it way over.

"My legs ache, my side hurts, my head hurts...." Henry shrugged. "How long have I been asleep for?"

"Well. You've been asleep for two days. From what we found. You're stress levels have been through the roof." The doctor said tapping his clip board.

Henry shrugged, "How is Hope? Have you used a healing spell on her yet?"

The doctor shook his head, "You and Hope are Catties. We don't know how magic worked back in the Natural Realm and what ya'll used to heal wounds. Especially that stab wound. Our magic can't fix internal damage. And those cuts are deep and not to mention the stab reaches all the way to her stomach damaging her stomach.... So we've been keeping a watch on her."

Henry nodded, "And Bristle?"

"Bristle is fine. We were able to heal the outside wound and stitch up the muscles, she'll need a day or two of rest but she should be fine." The doctor nodded.

Henry looked away and sighed. "At least their okay..."

"And what about you?" The doctor voice was soft, "are you okay."

Henry shrugged, "It doesn't matter. My part of the story doesn't matter. They went through worst then I did. I just past out."

The doctor pause and stared at Henry. "Henry you're just as important as your sister."

Henry turned away. "Not right now. She's the one with the oxygen mask and IV in her arm. I'm not wrapped up in bandages." He blinked staring at the wall.

"They may have more physical pain. But this whole situation was hurt you more mentally.." The doctor said patting Henry's shoulder.

Henry flattened his ears and let out a long sigh. "No. Hope was kidnapped and watched Bristle get stabbed most likely. That more mentally scaring then a pass out here and a pass out there."

The doctor sighed, "You put yourself on a lower pedestal then Hope and Bristle.. why?"

Henry paused... He didn't have an answer for that question. A small tear formed and rolled down his cheek. "I don't know..." he looked over at Hope's bed. "Hope's just kinda always been the leader. Protecting me, Bristle, and everyone she cared about. It just made her feel so much more important then me..." he said truthfully.

The doctor nodded. "I don't mean to sound harsh or rude, but you need to go to therapy for that... It'll help you feel a lot better, and help you view yourself on the same level as your sister." There was worry and kindness in his voice.

Henry nodded. But before Henry could tell the doctor anything a image of Hope's body came to his mind. He paused and his eyes tears up. "Hope you're okay!" He hissed. He shut his eyes tightly to get rid of the image but it did no use! Soon there was a horrible ringing in his ears.

"Henry are you okay!" Henry could barley make out the doctor.

Soon the image disappeared. He opens it eyes tears streaming. He didn't even noticed that he covered his ears win the odd occurrence. He pulled his hands away and saw blood on them. He sighed and leaned against the wall as the doctor ran out to get stuff to help Henry's ears...

This is going to be a long recovery..