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

New Friends

(Before anyone comes at me that I don't know anything about PTSD. I've been doing research for any ideas I have from Henry and his PTSD.)

(Also I know I've posted like 5 chapters today. I wrote chapter 10 and half of 11 last night and I just enjoy writing the story I can't stop 😂, but I am fine this is not Mentally draining, but rather a lot of fun.)

(TW:Blood)

Henry's POV

Henry shut the door to the hospital room and walked down the hallway. He closed his eyes and sighed. He the bumped into someone. He growled and looked glared at the girl, "What the hell!"

The girl looked shocked, "I'm so sorry!" She got down on her knees and started picking up the stuff she dropped.

Henry flattened his ears, guilt dug at his heart. He crouched down and with his free hand he helped the lady. "Sorry. I was just heading home from visiting my sister..."

The lady looked up and sighed. Henry noticed the girl looked around his age. "No it was my fault.." the girl had bright yellow eyes and short brown hair. "I'm Renae..."

Henry blinked a few moments and shook his head, "I'm Henry." He stood up and helped Renae up. "So what are you doing here?" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"My grandfather is in room 13." Renae tucked her hair behind her ears, "That and I have an Apprenticeship here."

"Healing Track?"

Renae nodded, "Why are you here?"

"My older sister is in room 12." Henry shrugged.

"Oh you're Hope Brisk's sibling?" Renae asked.

Henry nodded. "How's you know?"

"I was just heading to room 12 to replace her bandages. I'm really sorry about what happened to her.." Renae sighed.

Henry shrugged, "Thanks, she's getting better at least."

"What about you? Are you getting better?" Renae asked. Henry opened his mouth to ask how she knew about him, but Renae lifted her hand and stopped him, "Before you ask, I saw your medical record. You have PDSD.... You get flash backs to..."

Henry looked away. "They're not fun.."

"When was your last one?"

Henry wrinkles his nose, "I'd rather not talk about it."

Renae nodded, "Understandable." Henry nodded. Renae pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down some numbers. "If you wanna talk about it text me.." She passed him the paper.

Henry's cheeks warmed a little but nodded, "Alright. Oh also, my sister's friend, crush person is in there." Henry paused confused by his wording.

Renae chuckled and nodded. "Alright." She started off to room 12 and opened the door and entered.

Henry gave a small wave and looked down at the note. A small smile crept on his face. He slipped the note in his pocket and headed toward the exit of the hospital.

He walked through town the chilly blew his hair in his face. He groaned and shivered, "Should've kept my hoodie." He looked up and could see orange hair not to far in front of him. He stiffened.

Images began flashing in his mind. He dropped the boquete as soon as a ringing in his ear began. He covered his ears, his eyes widen.

Hope's body was lying on the ground in her own blood. His knees crumbled beneath him, he landed hard on the ground. He could hear people rushing over trying to help, but all he could see was Hope's body. He shut his eyes tightly.