𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒.

'𝟏𝟑

excuse all mistakes. it's been a while :)
might be editing later depending on how
I feel about the chapter 🩷

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐉 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓.
⥊𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘛 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘠𝘖𝘙𝘒, 𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘖𝘒𝘓𝘠𝘕, 𝘕𝘠⥊
𝐌𝐈𝐃-𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟓, 𝟖:𝟒𝟓 𝐚.𝐦.
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Beep...Beep...Beep.

The sound of a heart rate machine that beeped quietly in a steady rhythm provoked Harlem to open her doe eyes gradually, squinting due to the bright fluorescent lights shining on her face. Raising her hand weakly to rub the somnolence from her irises, her blurred vision began to focus, confused as to where she was.

The walls were a light sky-blue color, and the lights were way too bright for her liking, but she still couldn't recognize the foreign room. It was too quiet.

Am I in heaven? Did I die?

Her gaze sank to her right forearm, noticing an IV needle protruding through the soft skin of her right forearm, letting her know she was in the hospital and not dead or in heaven.

Blinking slowly, Harlem endeavored to sit up more, but a weighty sensation on her right leg provoked her to pause, glimpsing down at her legs which were cocooned by an ivory hospital blanket.

What happened...?

"You good?" A voice uttered gently from beside her, causing her to snap out of her reflections and revert her focus to the other side of the space, noticing Kross seated in the large wooden chair next to her hospital bed.

He had been outfitted in the same clothes he wore yesterday with his hoodie over his wild, curly head of hair which spilled out the sides like cotton candy in a plastic bag. His pretty golden auburn eyes—which had prominent bags under them—peered into her chocolate brown ones with a concerned look.

Harlem nodded her head softly, nipping on her chapped top lip.

"Ya moms is coming back, she said something about getting ya little sister," Kross explained, yawning and pulling on one of the dark curls sticking out from under the hood of his navy Nike hoodie, sitting up. "You been out for a good while."

"I don't even remember how I got here," Harlem whispered, letting out a shaky sigh and leaning her head back onto the stiff pillows, her body beginning to feel heavy all of a sudden.

The last thing Harlem recollected was Kross toting her into an abandoned gym, then everything went black after that. As much as she attempted to recall, everything else seemed so malformed and distant.

Her throat felt arid from the lack of water, and she wasn't aware of how long she had been sleeping.

"You were panicking then you passed out. Coach called the ambulance cause you hurt your ankle and stuff..." Kross's raspy voice embellished a bit more before letting out a yawn and rubbing his golden brown eyes as if he were on the verge of falling into a deep slumber.

She then veered her eyes back down to the white blanket that covered her leg and moved it off enough to see her right leg, and there was a purple and white cast wrapped around the skin of her lower leg.

"Did I break it?"

He nodded, the dark curls flopping around. "Yeah, that's what the doctors told ya moms."

It had just registered in her conscious mind what Kross had said to her, and Harlem's heart rate began to increase due to her being anxious, which the heart monitor picked up and began to beep a louder at a fast pace.