MORGAN'S POV
"what do you mean he's dead?". I stutter up.
"He's dead? Not breathing. The heart doesn't work anymore umm". Harry Begins to say.
"No, I mean how and um when". I say.
"Just minutes ago. I suppose his body just couldn't take it anymore". Harry says.
I take a deep breath.
"Are you okay Morgan?". Harry asks.
I shift my gaze over to him.
"Sore". I say while looking down at my wrist.
The bruising had gotten worse along With some swelling.
He put his fingers on the marks and traced around them carefully.
"Ouch". I weep.
His hands are instantly drawn away.
"Sorry". He says.
I shrug my shoulders.
"It's okay". I say.
He smiles.
The bathwater began to turn cold.
"Can I hop out now?". I ask.
Harry nods his head.
He stands up and lends me a hand.
"I'm gonna need a change of clothes". I say looking down to the gown I was in.
I was dripping wet.
I began to shiver.
The afternoon breeze breathing against me was not pleasurable.
"Right, you should take that of Before you catch a cold". He insists.
He was just a worker and I was just a patient so removing my clothes wasn't all that weird.
Was it?
I pull the gown over my head and I feel Harry watching me.
I cough slightly telling him to cut it out.
His gaze is instantly drawn away.
"Umm here". Harry says while chucking me a flannelette that was wrapped around his waist.
It was rather big.
I slip it on over my shoulders and button it up.
"I do need some proper clothes". I say to him behind a grin.
"For now that will do though". He says.
It didn't hit me till now about how much bigger Harry was than me.
I mean sure I knew his hands were huge compared to mine.
And I knew he toured over me.
But I didn't know width wise he was this big.
"You look cute in that". He says while smiling.
"Are you even allowed to hit on patients?". I ask.
"I'm currently of duty so I can do what I want really". Harry says.
"Why are you still here then?". I ask behind a grin.
"Because some weird girl was screaming out my name so I thought it was best that I went an saved her". He says sarcastically.
"That weird girl is quiet lucky than". I say.
"She is". He says resolving our little banter.
"You know you are allowed to leave In your free time if you're assisted by someone". Harry says.
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Are You Afraid Of The Dark
Fanfiction17 year old Morgan Cassidy is forced to spend her Summer at Cheshire's Mental institution. The idea seemed completely oblivious to her. Why would she want to spend her summer here and not with her friends? Her illness wasn't bad. Well it was but com...
