Thirteen: Part Two
I woke up with a huge headache. The last thing I remembered was dragging Summer out of that damn stable and collapsing from lack of oxygen on the floor once I stepped foot on the grass outside the burning building.
I blinked rapidly to take in my surroundings. There were six beds, three on each side of the room. The only light that came in was through a giant window on a circular wall, the other windows were closed. I remembered seeing that room before. It was the room I saw the other day when I went to the nurse’s office because of my black eye.
I looked to my left side. Summer was fast asleep with a bandage around her right wrist. I looked at myself. I was intact. Not a single scratch.
“Good, you’re awake,” said the nurse in a low voice so she wouldn’t wake Summer up. She grabbed a chair and sat next to my bed “How are you feeling?”
“Good, I guess,” I said. It was hard to talk, it felt like something was taking the air out of my lungs faster than it normal. I looked at Summer and her sleeping body. She looked so fragile and wounded “What happened in the stables? How did you find us? How long have we been sleeping?”
“Calm down Harry, you need to rest,” she said. How could she say something like that? Wouldn’t she like to know what happened if she was in my place?
In the corner of my eye I saw Summer turning in bed. Slowly, her eyes opened and she looked straight at me, then down to her wrist. I looked away immediately. I couldn’t look at her after what I done. It was my fault we were in that situation.
“Where am I?” she asked in a confused and weak voice.
“You’re in the infirmary,” the nurse said. She got up from the chair and sat down on Summer’s bed by her side “That was pretty nasty.”
“Do you mean my wrist?”
“No, the fire,” the nurse said as she examined Summer’s hand. Just after she said that, Hansen walked into the room. Great, join the party.
“Are they okay?” He asked, worry evident in his voice. What a great actor.
“Yes, they just need to rest now.”
“Can someone please explain what the hell happened?” I asked impatiently. The nurse looked at Hansen for authorization and he nodded.
“Well,” she started “First of all you have been sleeping for about four hours. Both of you passed out from lack of oxygen in your brain, which could have done serious damage to your if you didn’t get out of that smoke quickly, which luckily you did.”
I felt Summer stare at me, but I didn’t move my eyes from the nurse. Did she know I was the one to drag her outside?
“Anyway, the fireman said that what caused the fire was a cigarette,” she lowered her voice, almost ashamed of saying such thing.
“Because only a stupid person would smoke inside a stable which is entirely made of wood with straw everywhere!” said Hansen as he raised his voice. For the first time, his words pierced my heart and I felt like crying, but I kept a stiff upper lip and held it together. For how much longer were people going to spit in my face my mistakes?
There was a pause and then the nurse continued “I was actually the one who saw the smoke from my office. I immediately called the fireman and Mr Hansen. When the fireman got near the stables, they saw you and brought both of you straight here,” she explained “You don’t have any burns or anything like that, except you Summer... What happened for your wrist?”
I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. She was going to tell what I did to her and there was nothing I could do about it.
As the three people in the room stared at me expectantly, I was trying to come up with something not to incriminate Harry. If I told what really happened, he would be in serious trouble. He was already the one who caused the fire; he didn’t need more things against him. Besides, it seemed as if we were going to share that room for a long time, so I was better to not make things any more awkward than they already were.
I looked at my broken wrist. It hurt really bad, like someone smashed it into a million pieces.
“Huh, when I was climbing a ladder to go to the second floor, I tripped and fell,” I said to her.
“Why were you going up that ladder?” asked Mr Hansen.
“I thought that there was a way out through there, a window or something. Harry said it was a bad idea but I didn’t listen. I was already half way up when I missed a step.”
Harry’s eyes were wide open, but he didn’t comment or protested my obvious lie.
“Now you need some rest now,” said the nurse, looking at Mr Hansen “If you need anything ring that bell,” I looked to the left and there was a little silver bell sitting on the bedside table between Harry’s bed and mine. It also had two glasses of water.
“Mr Hansen,” I called before he left. Mr Hansen looked at me before he closed the door “Please don’t tell my parents what happened.”
“Summer, I have to inform them-”
“I know, I know, but what is the point? With no disrespect, telling them won’t make me better. Besides, why worry them if they can’t come to England?”
I didn’t care that Harry was hearing everything; I just cared about my parents. It would break they heart if they heard that their daughter was caught in a fire, and the fact that they couldn’t do anything to help me would make it worse.
“Very well them,” he said with a sigh. I let out a breath I was holding. Good, one less problem I need to worry about.
“One more things,” I said “Do you think I can see my friends?” It was worth the try. I doubted he would accept, but I didn’t lose anything in trying.
“I’ll see if I can find them,” he smiled “And what about you Harry, do you want anything?”
“No,” he said, but them he added “but thanks,” With that, Mr Hansen closed the door, leaving us alone.
There was silence. Neither of us knew what to say but I had to talk first. I was the one that caused all the fire. I could have killed her because of that stupid kid.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear as I played with my fingers, avoiding looking at her “I’m sorry for pushing you and for almost killing you.”
She took a deep breath “Thank you for taking me out of there. You could just have left me to suffocate and save yourself, but you didn’t.”
That caught me off guard “Aren’t you mad at me?”
“Of course I am, extremely mad actually,” she said and turned her head to face me. “But what is the point?”
I was just about to answer when there was a knock on the door followed by the voice of the nurse saying “you had five minutes”. Four girls came inside the room and literally ran to Summer’s bed. I just stared at the scene and tried to be invisible.
“Are you okay?” asked Anna, that nerd girl with blond hair. Weird combination of characteristics.
“Yes, just a broken wrist, that’s all,” Summer answered as she closed her eyes for an instant, resting her head on her tilted pillow “You’re already back Lucy, how come?”
“Oh, I didn’t go to the race...” she said.
“Why?! Don’t tell me it was because of me!”
“How could I concentrate on my race without knowing if you were okay?” she raised her voice “Besides, when I went looking for you the fireman entered the school in a hurry. I was so worried Summer!”
“How many people know about what happened?”
“Everyone, silly,” said the snobby girl, Amanda. “Actually, the entire school was watching the stables burn when the fireman rushed inside the building carrying you and him,” she changed the tone of her voice when she said him, referring to me obviously.
Then they were whispering things to each other. I bet it was about me, or else they would talk normally. I did, however, understand a couple of sentences.
What did he do to you? Did he set the stables on fire? Did he try to kill you? No way! He saved you? He was the one who broke your wrist? How long will you stay here with him?
“Your five minutes are up girls,” the nurse peeped inside the room. Summer’s friends gave her a group hug and left the room without saying anything to me. Instead, they gave me death looks while exiting.
Once again there was silence.
“Did you hear what they were saying about you?” she asked.
“Kind of,” I scratched my head “But it doesn’t matter, I know they hate me.”
“Look, I have a feeling we are going to be here for a while,” she said “So let’s try and be nice to each other, okay? And trust me, this is going to be much hard for me than for you.”
She was right. How could she look at me and not feel disgusted for what I did? To make it worse, she was trapped inside a room alone with me and couldn’t leave until she was better.
I looked at her to see if I found any emotion, but she was already asleep, or at least trying to.
“At least you have some friends to come and visit you,” I mumbled before I pushed the blanks up to my shoulders and drifted to sleep.