I didn't want to argue about it much longer. It was both tiring for me and him together, we were exhausted enough as it is. But it was just so frustrating for me when there was evidence right in front of him, and he chose not to believe it.

"When you died, did you go anywhere?" I asked.

"What?"

"Did you visualise any sort of afterlife when you were gone?"

He paused, but then shook his head with his eyes glancing away. "No."

"I think God brought you back because he knows you can become a better steward." I encouraged with a weak smile. His head rolled back along with a tired groan, but then he shrugged.

"If I could get up right now then I'd... Tape your mouth shut." He taunted me tiredly, but I smirked a little.

"You would never."

"How do you know that?" He hummed.

"Because I know you, and you'd never stop me from talking. I know you secretly like it."

He went silent. "I guess you're right."

"Are you in pain?"

"It hurts to move." He winced.

"Do you want to sit up?" I murmured, grabbing his remote which was attached to the side bars of his bed.

"Please." He breathed.

I smiled as I pressed the button to make the bed tilt upwards, giving him access to sit up as look at me. "You look funny."

He flared his nostrils and placed the mask back over his mouth, ignoring me. "Harry."

He responded with a groan.

"I'm glad you didn't die."

He gave me a weak thumbs up and closed his eyes.

A few giggles slipped past my lips. "Are you tired?"

He shook his head. "I'm thinking."

"About what?"

"I don't know whether to thank you or hate you for saving my life." He gave me smirk as he shot me a sarcastic glare.

"You should thank me, because it was gross."

"It was?"

"I had to remove the glass that broke inside of your stomach," I heaved lightly. "I put my fingers inside of you."

"That makes two of us." He gently laughed, his breath clouding against his mask. But then he froze and scowled from the pain it was causing.

"Don't bring that up." I whispered.

"Why not?"

"Because we're done with that now, remember?" I crossed my arms tightly.

"We're what?"

"Don't play stupid. You've been with some girl called Stephanie." I didn't mean for this conversation to turn out so depressingly, but I couldn't help it.

He angrily groaned in frustration. "I promise, she's no one."

"Then who is she?"

"God, I don't even know. There's so many-"

"What?" I tensed.

"There's so many... things going on in my head right now." He lied, I knew he wasn't telling the truth.

"You were going to say girls-"

"I wasn't."

"Whatever we had, or... did; it's over. Even if we're not together, or in a relationship- I'm still not going to let you treat me like I'm just one of the many girls you have." I pitifully bit my bottom lip and ironically smiled to not show weakness.

"I'd never disrespect you-"

"You did when you didn't keep your promise. When you told me that I was the only girl. Like, I forgive you for what you've done. But it doesn't mean I want to go back to normal. I want to be your friend and it's sad that you don't even want to be mine but... fuck, I don't know." I breathed and looked at my feet foolishly. My nose sniffled before I frowned and rocked slowly onto my chair.

"Maybe one day, maybe even soon- you'll know who Stephanie is, or what she is, or even why she is." He swallowed, but I didn't respond.

As if on cue, a nurse curiously entered his room with a dismayed smile. "Oh, you're awake."

I stood from my chair and weakly strolled away. "I'd better go. I'll bring some, uh- some clothes or something. I'll see you later- so, get well soon, okay?"

I exited quickly with my arms crossed and head down. I took the elevator to the ground floor and sauntered outside into the cold air. I called dad to pick me up, and hopefully I'd be able to fall into a second sleep.

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