CHAPTER 1.4

"I'm a child. But why do I feel so much older when I'm with him?" Nana asked herself.

Nana is waiting outside the small infirmary. Harith was confined for half a day because of chest compression that pained him earlier this morning. She is sitting on a small stool and she looks down at her hands clenched tightly to her pants.

"What have I done?" she asked herself again. "If I had never tagged him along with me this wouldn't have happened."

She felt tears rain down from her eyes. She blames herself for what has happened to Harith. Even though it wasn't her fault, she felt guilty.

A nurse went out the infirmary and walked towards her. "Are you... Nana?"

Nana looked up at her and the woman's face depicted something bad. "Harith had a complication."

"Oh my god is he dead?!" she panics.

"No." the nurse said. "But he has to..."

"He has to what?"

The nurse looked like she would also have chest compression. It seemed that whatever she was about to say is truly horrific.

"Please. Tell me what's wrong with him. How can I help?" Nana begged for an answer.

The nurse clenched her fist and tears dropped down her cheeks. This woman feels the pain of both Nana and Harith. It pains Nana to see this woman hurt.

"H-Harith has to..." she tried.

"Should I talk to him directly?" Nana asked.

"Don't!" the nurse shouted.

"Then please tell me what's wrong! What does Harith need to do?"

After all is said and done... She finally answered.

"Harith has to stay away from you... Forever."