It's been a week since Brooke pulled me up. She saw I was falling, and stepped in. I will love her forever for that. She ensured that I could be there for Harrison. Anytime he draws on me, he's drawing from her too. Since that week, I've been able to sleep, and returned to regular eating. No one else knows about my breakdown.
I munch on breakfast as she comes in. We talk, but I'm only half paying attention as I search for a job, a way to get Harrison the clubs he wants to badly. I find one, and cheerily explain it to her, as I notice she barely eats. I frown, but don't make an issue of it, not wanting to push her away when I need her as Harrison needs me.
I make the call for the job, and thankfully I get it. I'm thrilled as I feel genuine joy course through me. For the first time in so long. One step closer on my journey to help him.
The nightmare has gotten worse. Now Brooke is in the hospital, suffering a relapse. I know that Harrison played a part in it, but I can't blame him. He spoke the sad truth, what Brooke had been hiding from herself and us.
It was just unfortunate it was now. Just when things are looking up, they come crashing down. The money for helping Marry Cherry is being wired over, and although we finished 2 days ago, it could be a week before she actually gets it to me I fear.
Now, I have to find a way to be there for Harrison and Brooke. I know Brooke will not consciously seek to take any strength from me. She wants to protect me, to let me help Harrison. But I know she will subconsciously. I don't think I have the strength to help them. Brooke has become the anchor in my life, and now she is being washed away. I pray I won't drown in the wake.
As I enter Harrison's room, I wave a quick hello to Clarence. He's a nice guy, and though Harrison didn't like him much at the start, he's beginning to get along with him great. Right now Clarence looks pretty beat, so I don't say anything. I don't want him to have to speak. However, Harrison's bed is empty. I assume he's off getting another treatment, it's been like this a number of times.
I sit down on a nearby chair, daydreaming. About all the fun times I've had with Harrison. About all the great things I'll do with him when he's better. I swear to god, that if Harrison gets better, I'll pay more attention to him. I won't dismiss him as I have been lately due to George. George is great and all, but my link with Harrison is forever.
He gets wheeled in, in a wheelchair, visibly reeling. I'm surprised he's in a chair and not on a gurney, as Nurse Dan has to pick him up and move him. He's barely conscious. I rush over to help, in any way I can. I've gotten to know the male nurse quite well. He's an excellent man, and I'm glad he's been here for Harrison. A better nurse I couldn't think of.
When he's safely on the bed, Dan puts his hand on my shoulder, and then moves out of the room. I climb onto the bed.
"Harrison?" I whisper quietly.
His eyes slowly open. "Are…are…are you an angel?" he asks slowly and painfully. I feel my eyes well up. I'm not sure if he's joking or not.
"No I'm not. Harrison. It's Sam. You know me?"
"Sam… Sam is an angel. Did you know that? Best person in the world," he gets out slowly, clearly in a daze, not knowing who I am. I laugh a little, as I feel tears spill down my frozen cheeks.
"She's only trying to show what you've shown her," I reply to him, speaking in the third person. But he's already gone, having left the conscious world.
I hear a sob from the door, and turn to it. I see Mrs. John crying, and I immediately rise and go to her. "Mrs. John. I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," I get out, trying to stop myself from crying more.
She just shakes her head as she collects herself. "Don't be sorry Sam. You are all that's keeping him anchored right now." I don't say anything, merely reach out to her, as tears keep spilling out. "You were wrong you know," she continues. I look at her weirdly. "About being an angel. You're his angel." The tears are now coming full force, and I pull her close to me, as she does as well.