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the next day

the next day harry went to room 455 in the hospital where his best friend had died

tempest lay there in bed

lifeless

he signed and said hi

"hi," she responded, "are you okay?"

"not really, no." a comfortable silence fell upon the two. "are you?"

"been better." she smiled but her it faded quickly when he finally looked her in the eye

his face spoke volumes, a sad expression, swollen and empty eyes staring lifelessly into hers

"what happened to you?" he whispered, stroking her bruised cheek

she whimpered and he pulled his hand away

"my dad." finally the truth was out, and even though tempest had her eyes closed, she could hear harry sucking in a breath

"don't ask, i will tell you about my past later," she whispered, not wanting harry to make assumptions of her father

"let's just cuddle for a while"

and so they lay down on the small hospital bed, their legs tangled like their head phones, their heads resting on the cold pillow

and in that moment

both broken teenagers tried to mend each other

one succeeded

one failed