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The Hospital

Chapter 45

". . . He's been in an accident."

"Is he okay?" I ask my voice shaky.

"They said he looks worse than he really is."

My body started to shake, "where is he now?"

"West Hills hospital. It's just on the edge of town, my parents and I are almost there now."

"um. . . thank you." I wasn't sure what else to say, I felt I was going to throw up.

"Kodaline? What wrong?" dad comes up behind me.

"Harry," I breathe, "he's been in an accident."

His shoulders sag, "and you say he's careful-"

"Dad this is serious!" I snap, tears blurring my eyes, "he's in hospital."

He stares at me for a second and his shoulders sag. "Okay calm down, do you know which hospital?"

"West Hills hospital. Gemma said it's on the edge of town."

He puts his hand on my shoulder, "that's not far, we'll drive there now."

. . .

It takes us 40 minutes to drive there. 40 minutes of ringing my hands out over and over. The second dad drives into the parking lot, my heart beats faster than it has been, a wave of anxiety washes over me with the idea of what could happen.

The hospital itself is all white on the outside, four pillars holding up the exterior, 'West Hills Medical' printed in black above the sliding doors.

I'm out of the car so fast, I don't even wait for my dad as he asks information at the front desk. Directly down the hall I spot Gemma immediately.

Rushing down the white hall, I can hear dad rushing after me. Gemma's leaning against the wall gripping her phone when she notices me. She briskly walks toward me, embracing me in a hug.

Des stands from the seats that he and Anne have taken refuge in. Looking at her she doesn't bother to get up or look at us, she's staring at the wall gripping her bag close to her.

"Is he okay?" I blurt out.

Des tucks his hands into his pants, "they said it wasn't serious, a mild concussion and a broken arm, they want to hold him for tonight to make sure his brain activity is normal.'

I breath out the huge breath id been holding and almost all of the anxiety leaves me.

"How'd it happen in the first place?" dad asks grasping my shoulder.

"The idiot- the other driver was looking at his phone whilst driving."

Everyone turns to the door that opens, a doctor walks out with a nurse following. "You can go see him now, we've put him on strong painkillers so he'll need to sleep soon." The doctor smiles.

The three of them thank him and walk in. I hold myself back to rush in with them. Instead I'll wait with dad who's smiling at me, "he's okay." He squeezes my shoulder.

. . .

They walk out 10 minutes after, Anne looking refreshed, beams at me, "he want to see you."

I take a deep breath in relief that he's still awake. I smile back at Anne as I walk into the room. It's brightly lit and small enough for a bed and machinery, I bedside table and two chairs angled into the corner.

Harry is laying reclined on the bed, his deep hair pops against the white pillow. His lashes frame his green eyes that watch me, he looks tired but he still manages to smile. Standing by the bed I notice the bags under his eyes and a white strip of Band-Aid above his left brow.

"Hey," his voice is raspy, "I'm a little bit accident prone," he smiles again and looks at his arm that's in a sling.

A giggle runs through me, "I think you're a little high of the drugs they gave you."

He rubs his eye, "am I?"

I nod, I've seen him this drowsy when he would wake up in the morning.

"The guy smashed my car pretty good, I dunno if I can fix it."

"You don't need to worry about now Harry."

"But," he pouts, holding onto my hand, "I'll have to get a new one in Seattle, so we'll have to use your car too . . . move . . . the stuff."

His eyes flutter closed and his had relaxes, I know he's asleep. Leaning down to his cheek. I'm instantly relaxed that he's not in worse shape, he can rest after a relentless 24 hours.

Gemma is the first one I see outside the door, she's on her phone talking to I'm guessing is her boyfriend. She beams at me, a contrast from 15 minutes ago, pointing down the hall.

My dad, Des and Anne are chatting animatedly and laughing. They haven't talked in almost two months, no doubt their falling out was because of Harry and I. Now they're talking like their parent catching up at a school fundraiser.

Waving bye to Gemma, I step into place beside dad. He turns with another smile, "ready to go?"

I nod, "he's just fallen asleep."

"Thanks for coming." Des says as Anne hugs us both.

. . .

As we drive home, we pick dinner on the way. We didn't speak, letting the radio fill in the silence. I'm tired from the stress and anxiety the whole has bright but I'm thanking the heavens that Harry's okay and I have the adorable memory of him high of his ass.

The minute dad pulls into our house, he stops me from getting out of the car.

"I don't agree with everything Harry's done or the choices he's made, however- he is a good kid, I owe his parents that much to respect him and your decision. As long as you keep on of school work, you can see him."

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