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***CHAPTER 7***
Henry looked at the girl and wondered 'who is she? Do I know her? Why does she look so familiar when I am sure I've never seen her before? Why does she haunt my dreams? Is she a part of my long forgotten past? Oh, so many questions with no answers at all.
'Henry, Henry. are you okay? Henry.'
'Excuse me sir, your order's here.' He snapped out of his gaze when someone appeared in front of him.
'Uh, oh, thank you.'
He turned towards his meal and started eating quietly. Suddenly aware of the stare given to him by his friends, he looked up. 'What? Why are you two staring at me?'
'Um Henry, Are you feeling well? You've never been so quiet. Why don't I do a check up for you when we get back to the hotel? Marcus asked worriedly.
'Oh no, I'm fine'
' Is something wrong? Do you know the girl at the back? I saw you staring a bit. I would normally say that you have a crush on her but the look on your face isn't the 'she's so pretty' look.'
'I'm fine, just fine.'
'Come on, the foods getting cold.'
'All right, that's it. Henry, what's wrong? We're eating cold chicken sandwich and you're complaining about it getting cold. We've been your friends for the past five years or maybe more and it would be a great insult if you think we don't know your moods and expressions by now. What is wrong, Henry?' Richard lowered his voice into a whisper and asked 'Does it have something to do with your unknown past?'
The reaction was immediate. Henry's shoulder stiffened and his face turned into a blank page. Both Richard and Marcus know that face. It came up every time they talked about his past. They are all very close friends and for Richard and Marcus they tell each other including Henry everything. Some might not be immediate but they normally come out sooner or later. Sadly that was not the case for Henry. Yes, he would tell them all the things that happen around him, but anything that concerns his past, he keeps it to himself.
Both Richard and Marcus know about the dreams he has. He has woken up a few times screaming in pain and writhing in agony while mumbling a few sentences over and over again. 'Take Harry and run, Lily! Run! I'll hold Voldemort off. Go Lily, go!
There were some nights where it was so bad that it was impossible to wake him up and for those they were able to, he would just sit there in pain and mumble two names, Lily and Harry over and over again.
Without Henry knowing, the two friends had gone out on a search for these two people once. They had not much to go about on but eager to relief Henry from pain, they did all they could with what they had. They put up pictures of Henry in the newspapers that Henry does not read and ask if anyone knows, had heard or seen anyone by the name of Lily and Harry who look like him. Sadly there was no response and no one who looks like Henry. They gave up after that, fearing that Henry might somehow come across the article.
Right now, they were getting worried. Henry rarely looks like this just on seeing someone. He had joked once in a while about people, saying that some of the people Marcus insult or call weird might have once been his friends and if Marcus isn't careful, he might be insulting his own mother someday and he had said that when he found out about that, he would have no choice but to try to kill him. He has been joking, of course.
To most, Henry is always cheerful. As a young surgeon, he has enough money to retire now and live happily. (And as we all know, that's not including the big amount he has in Gringotts bank.) But to his friends they know that he normally keeps his feelings to himself until he was ready to tell them anything. It was always when the three of them were alone together, never in public. It must be big this time considering his lack of control of his reaction.
Noting Henry's stiff shoulders, they decided to let it go, registering at the back of their heads that they will have a talk when they get back to the hotel. Their topics turned to the latest surgery they did but they notice that Henry wasn't paying much attention, having his head turning towards the girl in every ten seconds or so. Nevertheless, they continued the conversation, as it was an interesting one, though Henry found the read- headed girl's head much more interesting. Henry couldn't help himself. Although it was only her head, he found it very familiar, as though he has always been looking at it. Every time he turned around, he wanted to turn his head back towards the girl. Finally, he settled an argument he's been having with himself, to look or not to look. He went with the former, enjoying himself just at watching her eat.
He has no idea how long he was watching that girl, but just as she was finishing her drink, he heard a soft whisper 'Psst. Henry.' 'The girl must have heard it too.' He thought as she lift her head and look straight at his table at Marcus. As her head turned towards the direction which Marcus was staring at, which was him, he could barely contain his excitement and curiosity.
'Her eyes.eyes are green, emerald green. Who has emerald green for eyes, the only person I know with that kind of eyes is the girl from my dreams and now.now her. Could they be the same person?'
He watched her turned around, fumbled a little and then left. His gaze followed her till she was no longer in sight and he turned back to his food of which he had hardly touch although his two friends had already finish theirs.
He looked at his friends, noting their 'Do you have anything which you would like to tell me' look and shrugged. 'I'll tell you about it back at the hotel' and then he went back to his sandwich.
To Richard and Marcus, this must be the weirdest meal they have ever had with Henry. Henry was normally talking during meals, pausing once in a while to chew but that's all. This is the quietest meal they have ever had with Henry.
Henry ate his sandwich instinctively. If someone were to put bitter gourd in it, he wouldn't even notice. His mind was far away on the girl with red hair and emerald green eyes.
When he had finished his meal, his friend managed to pull his attention back and at about half an hour later, he was back to his old talkative self. They paid the bill and were about to leave when he heard a cry 'Oh Lily left her purse here!' He turned around and saw a girl turned and dashed towards the door.
At the same moment, someone came in in a hurry. Bam! They crashed into each other. 'AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!' The girl fell backwards and fortunately for her, someone was on the way out and that person caught her before she hit the ground.
The other person who he realizes was the red head wasn't as lucky, she had fallen to the ground and he was sure he heard a crack. He had no idea why, but he felt very worried. He tried to go towards her but with the crowd there, it wasn't easy. He saw her pick herself up from the floor and also saw her blush from embarrassment.
'She glows when she blushes.' He thought unconsciously. 'Oh oh, Henry dear, you've fallen hard.' he thought to himself.
He looked up at her again and this time he saw her blush turned into a frown. He turned and saw what she was staring at. Blood. The next thing he did surprised him. He suddenly called out loud 'LILY!!!' At that very moment, she fell to the ground unconscious. He grinned a little and turned to Richard. ' Amusing, ain't it? She can have bruises and broken bones, but one sign of blood, down she goes. That's my Lily.'
'Henry, I'm asking you again, are you okay? How did you know that she was going to faint? Who's Lily? Is that her?'
Only then did he realize that everyone was staring at him. He looked at the girl and thought ' Why did I call her Lily? How did I know that she was going to faint? Why did I make the statement I made.'
'Who here knows CPR?'
That question woke Henry up. Realizing that the girl was still on the ground, worry and panic kick in. ' We're doctors.' Marcus's short statement had all the people make way for them. All three of them made their way towards the girl and knowing that he head was in too much of a muddle, he let Richard and Marcus examine her.
He looked at her and wondered again 'I've worried about patients before this but why am I feeling your pain even though I'm not hurt? Are we meant to be? Is that why I have you in my dreams? Is the song 'I love you before I met you' true?
'Amy, Amy thank goodness you're fine. I was so worried, so worried.'
'Excuse me, miss. Does she have a family doctor?' Noting that she shook her head, Richard continued. 'Well, It would be best to have your friend's arm fixed and also have a check up on whether she hurt her head when she fell. I would gladly do it for her here but I do not have my stuff here with me. Does she stay near here?'
'No, she doesn't stay close by.'
'Would you mind waiting while I get my stuff?'
'Hey Richard, why don't we take them to the hospital wing in our hotel, the nurses there would be able to help you.' Henry turned to the girl and asked 'Is it okay with you, Miss.'
'Callaway, Christine Callaway.' Christine turned to the red head and then back at Henry and nodded slowly. Henry smiled slightly and told her' Well let's go and see how Richard can help your pretty friend here.'
'Actually Henry, I was going to recommend you. You are after all the best at this kind. You know that we only focus on vascular surgery.'
'Oh well, it seems like you have all kind of doctors at your friend's side. I'm Henry, Henry Coal. This is Richard Marx and the one trying to steady your friend is Marcus Scott.'
'Gosh, I never thought I would be visiting all three of the famous doctors at once. Your names are quite well known here.'
Not knowing what to say, all three of them look at each other.
'Err.' Henry stuttered.
Marcus quickly turned his attention to the red head and asked 'what should we call you, miss?
'Amy.'
'Well Amy, are you able to walk?'
Amy tried standing up but failed.
'It's okay, don't push yourself. Henry over there should be able to carry to back to the hotel. That guy's all muscles.'
'Er.yeah.' Henry replied but in his mind he wondered 'Oh no!
I hope to get a few reviews for this. GOOD or BAD
I thank those who have reviewed. And I hope that more (good or bad) will come it is a great encouragement and with all the pointers here and there, it will definitely improve my writing skills. I'm still very new at this.
***CHAPTER 7***
Henry looked at the girl and wondered 'who is she? Do I know her? Why does she look so familiar when I am sure I've never seen her before? Why does she haunt my dreams? Is she a part of my long forgotten past? Oh, so many questions with no answers at all.
'Henry, Henry. are you okay? Henry.'
'Excuse me sir, your order's here.' He snapped out of his gaze when someone appeared in front of him.
'Uh, oh, thank you.'
He turned towards his meal and started eating quietly. Suddenly aware of the stare given to him by his friends, he looked up. 'What? Why are you two staring at me?'
'Um Henry, Are you feeling well? You've never been so quiet. Why don't I do a check up for you when we get back to the hotel? Marcus asked worriedly.
'Oh no, I'm fine'
' Is something wrong? Do you know the girl at the back? I saw you staring a bit. I would normally say that you have a crush on her but the look on your face isn't the 'she's so pretty' look.'
'I'm fine, just fine.'
'Come on, the foods getting cold.'
'All right, that's it. Henry, what's wrong? We're eating cold chicken sandwich and you're complaining about it getting cold. We've been your friends for the past five years or maybe more and it would be a great insult if you think we don't know your moods and expressions by now. What is wrong, Henry?' Richard lowered his voice into a whisper and asked 'Does it have something to do with your unknown past?'
The reaction was immediate. Henry's shoulder stiffened and his face turned into a blank page. Both Richard and Marcus know that face. It came up every time they talked about his past. They are all very close friends and for Richard and Marcus they tell each other including Henry everything. Some might not be immediate but they normally come out sooner or later. Sadly that was not the case for Henry. Yes, he would tell them all the things that happen around him, but anything that concerns his past, he keeps it to himself.
Both Richard and Marcus know about the dreams he has. He has woken up a few times screaming in pain and writhing in agony while mumbling a few sentences over and over again. 'Take Harry and run, Lily! Run! I'll hold Voldemort off. Go Lily, go!
There were some nights where it was so bad that it was impossible to wake him up and for those they were able to, he would just sit there in pain and mumble two names, Lily and Harry over and over again.
Without Henry knowing, the two friends had gone out on a search for these two people once. They had not much to go about on but eager to relief Henry from pain, they did all they could with what they had. They put up pictures of Henry in the newspapers that Henry does not read and ask if anyone knows, had heard or seen anyone by the name of Lily and Harry who look like him. Sadly there was no response and no one who looks like Henry. They gave up after that, fearing that Henry might somehow come across the article.
Right now, they were getting worried. Henry rarely looks like this just on seeing someone. He had joked once in a while about people, saying that some of the people Marcus insult or call weird might have once been his friends and if Marcus isn't careful, he might be insulting his own mother someday and he had said that when he found out about that, he would have no choice but to try to kill him. He has been joking, of course.
To most, Henry is always cheerful. As a young surgeon, he has enough money to retire now and live happily. (And as we all know, that's not including the big amount he has in Gringotts bank.) But to his friends they know that he normally keeps his feelings to himself until he was ready to tell them anything. It was always when the three of them were alone together, never in public. It must be big this time considering his lack of control of his reaction.
Noting Henry's stiff shoulders, they decided to let it go, registering at the back of their heads that they will have a talk when they get back to the hotel. Their topics turned to the latest surgery they did but they notice that Henry wasn't paying much attention, having his head turning towards the girl in every ten seconds or so. Nevertheless, they continued the conversation, as it was an interesting one, though Henry found the read- headed girl's head much more interesting. Henry couldn't help himself. Although it was only her head, he found it very familiar, as though he has always been looking at it. Every time he turned around, he wanted to turn his head back towards the girl. Finally, he settled an argument he's been having with himself, to look or not to look. He went with the former, enjoying himself just at watching her eat.
He has no idea how long he was watching that girl, but just as she was finishing her drink, he heard a soft whisper 'Psst. Henry.' 'The girl must have heard it too.' He thought as she lift her head and look straight at his table at Marcus. As her head turned towards the direction which Marcus was staring at, which was him, he could barely contain his excitement and curiosity.
'Her eyes.eyes are green, emerald green. Who has emerald green for eyes, the only person I know with that kind of eyes is the girl from my dreams and now.now her. Could they be the same person?'
He watched her turned around, fumbled a little and then left. His gaze followed her till she was no longer in sight and he turned back to his food of which he had hardly touch although his two friends had already finish theirs.
He looked at his friends, noting their 'Do you have anything which you would like to tell me' look and shrugged. 'I'll tell you about it back at the hotel' and then he went back to his sandwich.
To Richard and Marcus, this must be the weirdest meal they have ever had with Henry. Henry was normally talking during meals, pausing once in a while to chew but that's all. This is the quietest meal they have ever had with Henry.
Henry ate his sandwich instinctively. If someone were to put bitter gourd in it, he wouldn't even notice. His mind was far away on the girl with red hair and emerald green eyes.
When he had finished his meal, his friend managed to pull his attention back and at about half an hour later, he was back to his old talkative self. They paid the bill and were about to leave when he heard a cry 'Oh Lily left her purse here!' He turned around and saw a girl turned and dashed towards the door.
At the same moment, someone came in in a hurry. Bam! They crashed into each other. 'AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!' The girl fell backwards and fortunately for her, someone was on the way out and that person caught her before she hit the ground.
The other person who he realizes was the red head wasn't as lucky, she had fallen to the ground and he was sure he heard a crack. He had no idea why, but he felt very worried. He tried to go towards her but with the crowd there, it wasn't easy. He saw her pick herself up from the floor and also saw her blush from embarrassment.
'She glows when she blushes.' He thought unconsciously. 'Oh oh, Henry dear, you've fallen hard.' he thought to himself.
He looked up at her again and this time he saw her blush turned into a frown. He turned and saw what she was staring at. Blood. The next thing he did surprised him. He suddenly called out loud 'LILY!!!' At that very moment, she fell to the ground unconscious. He grinned a little and turned to Richard. ' Amusing, ain't it? She can have bruises and broken bones, but one sign of blood, down she goes. That's my Lily.'
'Henry, I'm asking you again, are you okay? How did you know that she was going to faint? Who's Lily? Is that her?'
Only then did he realize that everyone was staring at him. He looked at the girl and thought ' Why did I call her Lily? How did I know that she was going to faint? Why did I make the statement I made.'
'Who here knows CPR?'
That question woke Henry up. Realizing that the girl was still on the ground, worry and panic kick in. ' We're doctors.' Marcus's short statement had all the people make way for them. All three of them made their way towards the girl and knowing that he head was in too much of a muddle, he let Richard and Marcus examine her.
He looked at her and wondered again 'I've worried about patients before this but why am I feeling your pain even though I'm not hurt? Are we meant to be? Is that why I have you in my dreams? Is the song 'I love you before I met you' true?
'Amy, Amy thank goodness you're fine. I was so worried, so worried.'
'Excuse me, miss. Does she have a family doctor?' Noting that she shook her head, Richard continued. 'Well, It would be best to have your friend's arm fixed and also have a check up on whether she hurt her head when she fell. I would gladly do it for her here but I do not have my stuff here with me. Does she stay near here?'
'No, she doesn't stay close by.'
'Would you mind waiting while I get my stuff?'
'Hey Richard, why don't we take them to the hospital wing in our hotel, the nurses there would be able to help you.' Henry turned to the girl and asked 'Is it okay with you, Miss.'
'Callaway, Christine Callaway.' Christine turned to the red head and then back at Henry and nodded slowly. Henry smiled slightly and told her' Well let's go and see how Richard can help your pretty friend here.'
'Actually Henry, I was going to recommend you. You are after all the best at this kind. You know that we only focus on vascular surgery.'
'Oh well, it seems like you have all kind of doctors at your friend's side. I'm Henry, Henry Coal. This is Richard Marx and the one trying to steady your friend is Marcus Scott.'
'Gosh, I never thought I would be visiting all three of the famous doctors at once. Your names are quite well known here.'
Not knowing what to say, all three of them look at each other.
'Err.' Henry stuttered.
Marcus quickly turned his attention to the red head and asked 'what should we call you, miss?
'Amy.'
'Well Amy, are you able to walk?'
Amy tried standing up but failed.
'It's okay, don't push yourself. Henry over there should be able to carry to back to the hotel. That guy's all muscles.'
'Er.yeah.' Henry replied but in his mind he wondered 'Oh no!
I hope to get a few reviews for this. GOOD or BAD
I thank those who have reviewed. And I hope that more (good or bad) will come it is a great encouragement and with all the pointers here and there, it will definitely improve my writing skills. I'm still very new at this.