Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 4 - Child Services

Gemma's POV

It has been a half hour since we arrived at the hospital and Klaire is still unconscious. The doctor said she is fine and that she should wake up soon. But what's their definition of soon? Mine is about ten minutes at the most but apparently there's is longer then thirty minutes. They said we can't go in till she is awake since we aren't relatives. Originally they wouldn't even tell us any information on how she was until we explained to them that the only family she has is the one who caused this whole mess.

Child services is now here and is wanting to talk to all of us separately to tell are point of the story. Harry was nervous and scared to talk to them at first until mum explained to him that we weren't in trouble and they just wanted to help. Mum went first and after about talking to the for about ten minutes, which seemed like an hour. It is now my turn and I am sitting in a private room across from some lady holding a clipboard and is writing what I assume are notes.

"Hello, my name is Marie and I'm with child services. I would like to ask you a couple questions about your friend Klaire. Don't worry we are just trying to help her. Now can you please tell me your name?" The lady said in a nice friendly voice.

"Gemma."

"Well Gemma why don't you start off by telling me why you and your brother were at Klaire's house after school."

"Harry and I walked there after school because she left her house keys at school and I knew she needed them."

"Okay. Now do you know anything about Klaire's father, why her parents divorced, or even why she moved all the way to England." Correction her voice isn't friendly it's actually very annoying. Especially when she is asking questions you clearly don't want to answer and would rather just see your friend instead.

"All Klaire ever told me is that her mum left her and her dad, I don't know why they moved here though. I guess I just assumed it was for a new start."

"Do you know why she didn't talk about it?" Okay now that question got on my nerves I mean seriously what do you think lady.

"Well I know I certainly don't go walking around giving out all the details to my parents divorce, but maybe that's just me." I reply with a sassy comment.

She raises her one eyebrow at me, apparently not satisfied with my sass. She purses her lip and then asks me another question. "Well then, why don't you just tell me exactly what happened at her house today."

I begin telling her what happened sparing no detail. She just keeps nodding her head and taking notes with an occasional "Mhm" coming from her. To be honest it was hard relieving that moment, even though it only happened about half an hour ago it felt like years.

After I finished telling her everything she thanked me and told me to send my brother in, in about five minutes. I walked out back into the hospital waiting room where my mum and Harry are waiting. I look at the clock on the wall to see that I was in there for about twenty-five minutes.

"Has she waken up yet?" I ask hopefully.

"Not yet sweetie, I'm sorry." My mum answers.

"Harry, the lady wants to speak to you in about three minutes now." I tell my brother, he nods and gives me a worried look. "Don't worry you'll be fine." I say giving him a reassuring smile. He walks over to room and walks in. I sit there biting my nails - a nervous habit of mine - and wait patiently for Klaire to wake up. Problem is I'm not very patient

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P.S Picture of lil Harry on the side!