.Perfect Fantasy. |H.S.|

Chapter 11. Warm Thoughts.

.Natalia.

I've been sitting in the cheerless waiting area of the psych department for almost two hours now, the stately and windowless room was the perfect spot for me to carry on with the scribbled answers and my heavy textbook, but I wasn't really concentrating.

My eyes were reading the same paragraph over and over again. I was sinking further in the dark leather upholstered chair as the pain above my left eye throbbed and I pressed my palm to my temple, applying pressure to calm the discomfort, my mind working on wondering what was happening behind that office door.
I was so going to flunk this exam.

The door opened and Harry walked out while slowly talking to the doctor who took his evaluation. I couldn't help but stare at them as they talked, Harry's slow voice combined with the precise gesticulation of his hands, his body resting slowly to the side, all while taking the woman's quick recommendations and setting up the next schedule session.

I moved quickly on my feet, sticking the books in my bag and standing to wait for him to be ready to go back to his hospital room.

Harry turned and looked at me, and my heart sank. I reluctantly looked in his direction, as he was already walking over to me, while casually waving at the more than eager for attention receptionist.
His eyes and his nose were red, evidently from crying, but he looked at me with a sincere smile.

"I survived." He made a hand victory wave, but the tone of his voice did not meet his expression.

"I'm glad you're doing this. How many sessions?"

"Three more after this one."

"It's not that bad, there's people taking therapy for years." I tried to cheer him up, but it wasn't doing any visible change in his appearance. Physically he was looking each day better and better, the wound healing nicely and his body motions returning back to normal, but mentally, I couldn't really tell, and I couldn't help but wonder. "Are you ready to go back?"

"Ehrm, nope."

"No?"

"I don't want to go back yet." His voice was not enthusiastic and I felt bad for him for a second, until he pouted like a child, and then smiled. Damn, he was hot. Today was the first day I've seen him in regular clothes, and it made my heart race from the moment I found him just outside of his hospital room, talking to the nurses and waiting for me to take him where he needed to be. He was wearing all black, the color doing wonderful things to his longer than life legs and the slightly longer sleeves of his shirt made him look kind of vulnerable and soft.

"Well you can't leave the building as you haven't officially been discharged, but there are options here. It's a huge place." I said to him trying to convince myself to not look at his legs.

"Okay, I'll take anything that is not a wall, so surprise me."
Surprise him?
Impossible.

We walked to the elevator together and I used the tip of my finger to punch the button for the top floor, thinking that the only option for the no wall request was taking him to the helipad area on the roof. I was quickly hoping that there wasn't a scheduled emergency landing, or else my ass was going to be in major trouble.

There was a huge pause in our conversation.

He just stood there, looking at people entering and leaving the elevator as we moved, none of us talking or even looking at each other. I let him be as he stared and smiled at people, trying to blend in but failing to do so. He was not the type to mix in with the rest of us mortals, there was always this aura that he carried, and it pulled you in, making sure that there was no way out.