— @holdenfox —
The moment Harriet stepped foot outside Wilmington’s International Airport, she hauled a cab headed straight for New Hanover’s Medical Center. She was frazzled and most of all, worried sick. Of course Holden would get himself hurt playing the hero— which, he was, but it didn’t make the fact that her twin brother was in some hospital bed with injuries any easier to deal with.
She didn’t even want to think about everything that had led her to miss her flight from Boston Logan back to Wilmington, but that was exactly what she couldn’t get out of her head the whole drive to the hospital. Lucky was a word for it. The drive felt longer than it really was, but once she was in the building it was only a matter of checking in and asking questions before she was barging in to Holden’s room with a look that could kill.
It was that moment she came to realize she never claimed her bag.
“What were you thinking?” In spite of Harriet’s words, there was a weight being taken off her shoulders as she laid eyes on her brother who was, although hurt, alive and breathing. There was no telling what she would have done had he left her alone in the world; her other half missing. She hurried to Holden’s side and with no hesitation held his face with her hands, pointedly looking at him. “Don’t ever do that again, are you listening to me? Ever, Holden Fox. The only way you are ever going to leave this Earth is if I kill you myself, understood? You’re not allowed to scare me like that.” It was clear in the way she fell apart in front of him that she had been worried, horrible thoughts running through her mind.
