Sunlight bursted through, illuminating his house. She pulled him back a step, and before he could protest, Hazel held onto his arm and helped him make it to the front door. She followed him, a bit confused about why she wasn't leading him. She handed him the tank and he carried it, as he said he would. "I'll carry it out." He couldn't see the shock on her face, but it was clear that he knew Hazel wasn't expecting that. It's a bit hard when your room is a mess." Issac turned back to where my voice rung out, and walked back to her. Isaac was already out the door when she finally spoke up. Thankfully he was wearing clothes, just a pair of shorts and and white T-shirt. Together, they got to their feet, and Issac started to walk towards the door. Hazel knelt down to help him, and he leaned against her to balance himself. Naturally, he fell, because his room was an absolute mess, and he was blind. "Oh-what? Hazel? You're here already?" His eyes said that he wasn't expecting her another hour or two. She bent down with no sympathy, and shook him awake. Trying to avoid stepping on any of his clothes that were lying around, or anything else, Hazel maneuvered her and her oxygen tank towards Issac. He was in fact, sleeping as his mother had said, although, he did sound very much awake on the phone. Hazel twisted the doorknob and walked into Issac's room. "You'd better be wearing clothes," she muttered. Hazel knocked on his door, but there was no answer. But never could she imagine that she'd be here at 4:30 in the morning driving him to the hospital without his mother knowing. Finding Issac's room was easy, Hazel had been there plenty after Gus had died. Pulling her oxygen tank into the house, she silently closed the door. She left the door open, and went back upstairs, back to her room, Hazel assumed. His mother sighed and her bright eyes grew watery. Hazel pressed her hand against the door and gave Issac's mother a pleading look. She gave her one last smile and a little wave, and began to shut the door. "I'm sorry honey, but I don't think he's awake yet-I'll tell him you were here," she replied. "Hazel? What are you doing here so early?" It was his mother.Ĭonfusion sprung onto her face. Sure enough the door swung open, but not by Isaac. She knocked quietly and waited for an answer. She pulled into Issac's driveway, and sprinted up to his front door. Hazel got there in a few minutes, only because she was speeding down every road she drove on. Hazel pulled out of her driveway, oxygen tank sitting in the passenger seat, and headed towards Issac's house.
She unlocked her mom's car and sat in the drivers seat. Hazel remembered to grab the keys, which was a good thing because she didn't feel like going back inside there.
Scribbling down on a sticky note that she was going to Isaac's, she shoved her feet in her boots and ran out the front door. Quickly changing into a T-shirt and jeans, she ran silently down the stairs of her house. She doesn't even know they called-just please Hazel, will you bring me to the hospital?" "The doctors called, they want me to go to the hospital. You need to come over right now," Isaac's voice was frantic. Her phone rang, an annoying ringtone that she reminded herself to change. Hazel decided to go back to her room, where she would try her best to become invisible.
Nothing will change, not without Augustus. Checking on her reflection, to see if she looked any better than the stranger in the mirror, she gave up because nothing had changed. Leaning down, she splashed water on her face. She had a messy head of hair, puffy eyes, and a look of pure sadness that remained throughout the day. The girl who stood in the mirror did not look like Hazel. With a sigh, Hazel willed herself out of bed and headed straight to her bathroom. Glancing at her alarm clock, she read the time. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Hazel was broken, and her broken heart would remain until she joined him.
As she did every night since Augustus had died. Hazel woke up panting with hot tears rolling down her face.